cause moth believes in an afterglow

I get the feeling that she would be a great live performance

And there goes an unforgettable seven months.

It had been a complete whirl and swash of discovering new things, not just musically, and meeting so many different people that to tell the truth I feel a bit lost as to where I am now. But that is me best I suppose, going along and making my way as it all goes, like the invariable weed in westerns that tumbles his way onwards amid all the bangs and bullets overhead. Never in my life had I been so disentangled with my past, counterpoint with so many new views and doors opening each day that it is refreshing and freeing, though oddly disconcerting at times.

And there it was, Aimee Mann's " Lost In Space" sitting so benignly on the browser under the tag A. Here was a record that was a reliable companion for me stretching all the way back to secondary school. Each song individually found and burnt onto a cdr after discovering Mann from her wonderful track to the film Magnolia -"Save Me". I fell in love with her subdued eloquence. Her intelligent lyrics. Her grounded vocals. On hindsight, a teenager like me then should not have been exposed to such melancholic adult introspections on love, life, and everything in between, but there you go, and I do not regret it.

I remember still having the disc in my early college year, playing it many times in the old musty tsd room before the room was made over into the glass and plastic clinic it has now become. I lost the cd sometime later, most likely lent to someone, but I never found out what became of it.

There were times in the years since then that I would find myself yearning to hum along to a mann song on this album, but the funny thing was I never really tried to look for them all again, allowing myself long replays of " Save Me" and just a few other songs I still had on iTunes on a few late night occasions.

Listening to the songs now, somehow I think I remembered them different. Nostalgia never had a good memory, for she never had need of it. Or perhaps it was just that my ear had changed over the years. The lyrics seem much more biting as I remember, and the melodies not as important anymore.

" The Moth" was not my first favourite back then ( Pavlov's Bell was that), but I find myself irresistibly attracted to putting it on repeat these days. There is something oddly satisfying in the lyrics now, and the slight strings and productions throughout never feel out of place.

The song is really quite bleak actually, but I couldnt help but smile.


Aimee Mann - The Moth

a little weary, a little cynical, but very sharp and catchy. It's not really called pessimism, nor optimism, it's just very .. comforting.