Poets of the Fall – Shadow Play
It’s been a long time coming… a new post, a new look on things, new thoughts and new ideas… well, you’ll at least get the post. What is the most important thing that comes with change? I’d think it has to do with going along and taking up the new challenges head held up high… no fear and no doubt. I can feel it in the air, I can feel it young and strong Like an intoxicating dare The truth is, it sounds easy but it is as tricky and headache giving as learning to play chess or poker. What I mean is that no matter how bad you want…
POTF – Someone Special, one year or so later
There are songs that need attention more than once, and Someone Special from Poets of the Fall first album Signs of Life is definitely one of them. I am not repeating myself, I’d just like to look at it from another perspective that applies today in a different way than when I first wrote about it a year or so ago (To all my someone special – published on May 7th 2016). I am not interpreting the song… I just use it to tell you about My Someone Special. Courage 2017 marks my tenth year wedding anniversary (June 16th to be exact) and while I have told you quite a bit…
Poets of the Fall – Crystalline
Do you remember that on my last post I wrote that I’d run a little experiment. After a full week, I can say that the results are inconclusive but at the same time, confirmed a few things. This post might be considered as an extension of the said experiment, at least in part. Furthermore, it might well be the last post of the year, but you never know, my fingers might get itchy during the Christmas break. Anyway, I recall reading a review about Clearview where the writer was very enthusiastic about the album but kind of shot Crystalline dead, saying that it was probably the worst song the band…
Never lose track of the essential
Lately – read the past eight months or so – I have been writing mostly about Poets of the Fall and it is as it should be since they do make me happy, and writing about their music is more therapeutic than talking about myself to a wall. Don’t worry, I am not experiencing such a dreadful thing – it is just an image, my therapist is amazing. Anyway, it has been two days that every time I drive home from work, my thoughts are in disarray and both times, I have had this ranting post writing itself in my head, but when I am finally home I have neither the energy or the…
