Megafaun - "Darkest Hour"

The rain fell as it normally does, in thick brazen sheets. But as I looked out at the soggy, humiliated trees and streets, I couldn't help but think very specific drops were hitting my window. Like letters cut from a magazine to form a ransom note, each drop meant something, they were trying to tell me something. They started to present themselves in a pattern I could discern. It was repetitious, though complex, and I can't describe the message as being in any "language", as there were no rules to the evocation of meaning, just a pure sensory response. The way mountains don't "tell" you what it feels like to look at something huge, to feel small and intrepid, you just start feeling it. It was telling me direction and history, travel and distress, the message swayed and dipped and strummed and sunburst and ---oh, it's music. forget what I said, it's music.

[MySpace] [on tour with Bowerbirds in July and August]

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