12/10/2019
I’ve never been able to discern what it was about metallic screeches and wails that intrigued me so much. Maybe it is some deep seated childhood familiarity like the static left on an older T.V. when there weren’t any channels playing, and I somehow associated that with comfort, along with the smell of tobacco smoke on my father’s work jacket, or the friendly scent of my mothers perfume, or maybe it just tickles that one spot of my brain that nothing else quite can.
I feel I am not alone in this however, shoegaze music seems to be filled with wails from multiple guitar pedal effects, that turn the clean tone of a telecaster into the bellow of an apocalyptic monster.
It is so strange finding beauty in something that brings discomfort, and feelings of fear to so many other people.
Thus is life I suppose
I suppose it doesn’t matter.
