“This is not what I had in mind”
When I listen to Madeline, when I listen to her album ‘The Slow Bang,’ I listen to the echo’s effect on it’s surroundings.
There could be a world, somewhere, where the walls take emotional punches. Where the weight of one’s words wear into the air’s vibrations and press upon the nearest surface with it’s respected force. I’m nearly certain there’s most definitely an insurance policy for emotional home damage, in this world.
A world where neighbors watch their neighbors move in, just to knock their new houses down. Whether their neighbors relationship was wildly happy or violent, they never knew, all that they could surmise is it was too heavy for that house, too hard on that house.
Passion is a coin with two sides.
Out in the country it’s bad luck to knock down a barn. They will empty them out and wait for the wind. I’m sure farmers bet the barns demise on their favored months. I’m sure winter sells out fast.
If they played Madeline’s ‘The Slow Bang’ on that world, (the emotional sound world) she could knock down a barn in a verse or two.
That is why I listen to her music, I listen for the effect it’s having on what surrounds it. I don’t want to talk about recording effects that warm up the sound. When she left that recording studio she must have left dents in the walls.
The strength with which she delivers a steady cadence of bad news melodies is both reassuring and dreadfully honest. It’s the bad family news you only want to hear from your aunt because she was in a folk band in college, and her voice reminds you of bonfires and smores.
And comfort in the cold, and comfort in the cold, and comfort in the cold.
I guess she just knows how to warm up a room.