“There’s a direct line between the sort of doominess of ‘No Cities Left ‘ and this album. You could go straight from ‘Lovers Rock’ to ‘No Cities Left’ and it’s like they're interlocked. But it's a different kind of doom. Around 2001, it felt like, ‘We have no control. We don't know what's going to happen next.’ Now it’s a doom that's within our grasp. It’s in the air. It’s between us. But we do nothing about it.” - Murray Lightburn.
By Will McGuirk
It may be we all need this time. It may be we all need to slow down and digest the information we have consumed over the last day, week, month, year, years. It may be isolation will be good for our digestion. It may be we will emerge into a different world, not physically, but different. And it may be one in which we see the value of a pause. I hope it includes one where those who build pause into their business model emerge as winners. I have such a hope as I see people turn to music for solace and for communication, as a shared language. My hope is the acoustic environment, suggested by Marshall McLuhan as a consequence of electronic media, is one with pillars of music supporting it. And maybe when we emerge, if we do, we are willing to pay our musicians, our artists, our poets and storytellers their true value, because this time may be demonstrated just how much we need our artists, and I am guessing it may be, if not more than bottled water at least more than toilet paper.
Some music to hoard so.
“This song encapsulates the feeling of losing touch, reflecting the distance between two people that comes from a disparity in perceptions, emotions, and perspectives.” - Blurr
”This song is a reminder that by embracing those who love us within ourselves, we can find a sense of home and belonging in our own skin.” - Carmanah
“I’m a daydreamer of sorts, a little bit lost between some hard reality I can’t yet grasp and a dream from which I’m not sure how to wake,” says Davidson. “It would be easy to call this an artistic space, but I know it’s more so just a place in which to hide from things I won’t confront. Each morning I wake up with a sink full of dishes and a head full of wishes. I’m never sure which mess to clean up first.” - Slow Leaves