Don’t worry, it’s not going to be a religious post of any sort.
Living alone, in a new city (and not even quite a small one!) is kind of a strange feeling sometime, because as a matter of fact everything you were used to consider as yours is definitely not around you anymore: friends, places, sounds, colors…
But, there’s something that has in fact been following me here, in my migration to this new universe of mine: my music.
It’s, in fact, following me everywhere I go: around London, in my flights, and of course during my (let’s say: boring!) standby days locked at home waiting for a call. Strange to consider it to be something from home, when in fact it’s not in a particular way related to places of my past, well, only a few songs that are actually on my iPod (Asriel) are in fact strictly related to events of my past, most of them are just pieces of music I like.
Anyway, this is not the point, not exactly.
I’ve been in a very bad mood today (it happens, so they say…) and of course as I always do in this case, my music is my refuge, my safe haven where to hide from the rest of the world. It helps, especially when, by chance, I am able to pick up in my 2000 songs database, something that really suites me for the particular mood/moment I am in. Today, it happened.
Holy Land by Angra is probably one of the masterpiece of metal from the 90s, and it’s definitely one of my favourite album ever! Today, it happened to be also the very perfect choice for my actual mood. It’s amazing when you’re just able to find what you need, exactly when you need.
So, what are you waiting for: go get this amazing piece of music, no really, NOW, should be in everyone’s home.
It’s more than sublime on so many levels, that I don’t think I know enough words in english to express it, it must be listened to.
Somehow I turn around and see
My nerves break down inside
Maybe you might know much more than me
So tell me what is right to say
Down the weakness of my soul
Lie the secrets, and I know
There’s something pushing back
Wish my hands could turn to gold
And my heart would break the cold
To give my thoughts some sense […]
Z.I.T.O. - Angra
‘nigth, uh…
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