{"id":8317,"date":"2012-10-11T12:21:45","date_gmt":"2012-10-11T11:21:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=8317"},"modified":"2012-10-11T19:49:09","modified_gmt":"2012-10-11T18:49:09","slug":"from-the-slightly-sublime-to-the-sublime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=8317","title":{"rendered":"From the slightly sublime to the most sublime"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I sat on the train this morning, at St Pancras International, waiting to start my journey to the most international destination of all (Bedford).<\/p>\n<p>I had my suit-carrier, my overnight suitcase, a fresh container of Body Shop shower gel (Satsuma scented), my phone and, in my pocket, my iPod.<\/p>\n<p>Wait.<\/p>\n<p>In my pocket?<\/p>\n<p>I retrieved it, uncoiled the earphones, plugged them in and switched it on.<\/p>\n<p>Shuffle.<\/p>\n<p>The first track was Radio Monde by DJ Zebra<\/p>\n<p>This is a deliciously-building underground mashup of French mod-jazz artiste &#8216;Telephone&#8217; and Radiohead&#8217;s &#8216;Jigsaw Falling Into Place&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p>Jesus.<\/p>\n<p>I turned the volume up to 11, pushed back in to my seat, closed my eyes and enjoyed the subtle Franco-British blend of genres.<\/p>\n<p>Radio Monde finished and I felt lost.<\/p>\n<p>Bewildered, that my mind-and-soul-and-body-hugging comfort blanket had been torn from me.<\/p>\n<p>I fumbled the controls from Shuffle over to the entire Radiohead collection and pressed play.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8216;No Surprises&#8217;<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>In my dark world of near-sensory deprivation I almost cried at Thom&#8217;s deliciously simple introductory E-G\/B-G string-picking.<\/p>\n<p>The track reached its conclusion and segued in to <strong>&#8216;Nude&#8217;<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>I sat, not moving, as the music washed over me.<\/p>\n<p>It seemed that I dared not breathe.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8216;Creep&#8217;<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>The two-track musical event of emotionally-charged lyrics and pile-driving guitar pickup held me spellbound.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8216;True Love Waits&#8217;<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>*time passes*<\/p>\n<p>I actually wept.<\/p>\n<p>The track ended and I hit replay.<\/p>\n<p>And fought back the tears.<\/p>\n<p>The story is about being in a perfect relationship at the wrong moment.<\/p>\n<p>But for me the lyrics have a deeper, more personal meaning. A direct link to a terrible\u00a0event\u00a0from my past.<\/p>\n<p>An event\u00a0that just three people\u00a0know about.<\/p>\n<p>But away\u00a0from this intensely personal link to a world-shattering, life-changing event, the track has enough power to stun most people.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not just that this track was recorded in a live session.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not that Thom&#8217;s guitarwork is so delicate, yet supportively, consistently brilliant.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not that the simple vocal is almost haunting.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not that the lyric is a direct line to the heart and soul of the writer.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s the hopeful\/hopelessness of a man who knows his perfect relationship is doomed.<\/p>\n<p>Just don&#8217;t leave<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t leave<\/p>\n<p>Just don&#8217;t leave<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t leave<\/p>\n<p>Fuck you Radiohead, messing up my commute to work.<\/p>\n<p>Fuck you.<\/p>\n<p>Fuck you for being excellent.<\/p>\n<p>But fuck you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I sat on the train this morning, at St Pancras International, waiting to start my journey to the most international destination of all (Bedford). 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