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Charles is lost for wordsโฆ
You know when youโre speaking and you suddenly pause because youโve either forgotten what you were going to say, or youโre not quite sure how to say what it was you were going to say? You know when youโre struggling to find that specific word you mean, but canโt get the word? When you come up with a list of words itโs not, leaving out the only one it is? Isnโt this annoying? It happens to me all the time. In fact, itโs one of the reasons these โreviewsโ take me so damned long. I will suddenly freeze and search my brain for that word. Itโs not that. Itโs not this. Itโs not that either. Great! Well, thatโs whittled it down a bit. Not very helpful knowing what it isnโt. For a small man, my head is sometimes quite cavernous. That is to say, it echoes like an empty aircraft hangar, as I wonder if that wiggly thinking machine has gone on holiday without even letting me knowโฆ These words though, how do we manage to catalogue them all in some sort of order? How do we remember them all? How and why do we summon one particular word over another? And why do we so often fail to do this?
A curious phrase: โI canโt quite put my finger on itโโฆ When searching for a word, does anyone else imagine archaic metal filing cabinets chaotically opening and closing, with pale yellow folders flying everywhere in a high windโฆ? Nope? Just me then. With those old filing cabinets you wouldnโt want to quite put your finger ON it, or anywhere NEAR it - lethal things. But when I eventually DO get that word, oh the accomplishment I feel. Pathetic, isnโt it. You thought of a word. Get this man a medal. My finger presses so deeply into that word that the reversed print of at least a couple of letters is left indelible on its tip. Canโt quite put my finger on it? HAH! I LAUGH in the face of not being able to put my finger on it. There it is! My finger! On that word!! Look at it! Itโs there. Yes. Hm. Right, so. Andโฆ? I stare at that word I so proudly typed. And I wonder if I actually know the meaning. I mean, the TRUE meaning.
Sunday was not only Easter Day, but also my motherโs birthday. Towards the end of a fine dinner, she spoke up. She wondered about the word โambivalentโ. For some reason, she had in her head that it meant โaggressiveโ. I donโt know why, but there you go. It of course means neither one thing nor the other. Like politicians. But somehow she had spent more than 70 years using it aggressively, as it were. And believe me, she is the most unaggressive person I have ever met, so I shouldnโt imagine she used it that much. This random query of hers however, did make me think a little. About words, and whether we really know how to use them. I mentioned it was a fine dinner. I didnโt mean average. I meant FINE, Think fine china, or fine wine. It doesnโt mean โall right grogโ. But then again, โall rightโ is another one. We use it in such a โmehโ way (man of words). It means ultimately positive. If I am all right, I couldnโt be better. So you see, we so frequently mangle language without even realising.
The difficulty comes from words that really are tricky to sum up. To define. To put in a solid box and say โthis is what it meansโ. And yet, these tend to be the words we use correctly. It comes more from a feeling. And as we all know, feelings are the hardest to put down on paper. โItโs just, like, I dunno, you know?โ - and yet, from this bundle of nothing, we somehow DO know. Because we are human. We sense the word thatโs gone AWOL (another โwordโ that I misunderstood for years and thought meant โto lose oneโs mindโ. You see, the word Iโm thinking about here is Ethereal. It is difficult to say what exactly this word means, but we tend to use it in the right context and in the right way. Its meaning really is genuinely something one canโt quite put oneโs finger on. โEtherealโ means ethereal. Ya know; ethereal. Itโs something out of this world, or at least other-worldly. It is light and fragile yet unbreakable and overwhelming. Or just whelming enough. It can also be thick and heavy, like incense smoke enveloping each and every curve and corner. It is a fluid snake. It is something untouchable in the air that surrounds us. There is a spiritual feeling to it too. I am actually quite surprised we have such a word. It is usually only Swedish or German that manage to have such descriptive feelings truncated into just one word. Like Fingerspitzengefรผhl - youโll have to take my word for it. Or, go to Germany, shout it from the rooftops, and observe the reaction. Achtung, baby!
From one finger to another, I bring you a band all the way from Kansas City (Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey!) - hereโs Buyer Beware with their single, Ethereal! Applause applause applause!!! Simmer down, simmer down, itโs not The Beatles. But my word, what a band! In fact, this song is not a new song. It is more than a year old. But I really didnโt want to lose this one in the constant stream of new releases from the world of artists. Old is not necessarily worse. In fact, it is quite often better. But we are slammed every day of our lives by NEW NEW NEW!! Some things need time to sink in. Time to become an old favourite. Call it โbelated loveโ (and no, you cannot steal that for a song title). โBuyer Bewareโ, is not exactly what you might call an irresistible name, but it certainly makes you wonder. We are naturally intrigued by danger and things we are not supposed to do. Itโs the human masochism in us. Did I see their name and quickly switch to something altogether safer? Nope. I dived in face-first. Or dove, as you Americans say. Pressing play on their latest single, Ethereal, I am instantly wet. I am deeply plunged and being forcedly held down. But I see no reason in retaliating, because I like it. In the thick of the reverb-laden fug, the drums, guitars, bass and effects come together, right now, over me. It is suffocating, yet exhilarating. Like a trip with a scary beginning, followed by that satisfying rush of euphoria. Mark Feuerborn heads the 7-piece collective, with his composition, voice and guitars. This kind of makes Pink Floyd sound actually quite sober and dry. This is wild and unnaturally natural psychedelia. I so often find psychedelia to be too thought out and fake. Add a sitar and a flanger and you have psychedelia. ROT!! Thatโs as true as saying you care when you so obviously do not - despite the flowers. Psychedelia is ethereal in itself. It cannot be explained, measured out, dissected or analysed. If you remember the 60s, you werenโt there, Man. But Mark and the boys (and girl) arenโt even attempting anything close to a 60s sound. This is a strictly modern sound, minus anything electronic. Actually, there is nothing remotely strict about it. It just flows in an uneasy manner.
Markโs voice is like tunnel vision in fifths, by dehydrated Cistercian monks. There is something darkly holy about it. Like when the saints go marching out, to knock on Satanโs door. And it is only when his runt takes on the rusty bolts that once so easily slid, in order to open up and welcome these hallowed men, that the song takes on another level of depth in terms of ROCK! The guitars slam each chord of the chorus so as not to have the drummer feeling left out. Or drummers, I should say, for the band has two. The push and pull of it all is just captivating! Somehow this huge sound is balanced. The production is slick, yet gives the impression of a band just told to โdo yo thang and Iโll hit recordโ. And with eyes wide shut, I am theirs for the taking. High as anything. Untethered ribbons fly with life and flick like the fin of a small fry. The kaleidoscope continues to turn, and I just keep on spinning. Press play to enjoy the trip!
Be honest, what words have you had wrong all these years? Let me know in the comments.
"I suppose this article was rather ambivalent in being neither about one thing nor the other", he said with gritted teeth.
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Very interesting track, gonna have to dive in again. To answer your question about words, I was a pretty weird kid who read the dictionary for fun. To this day, if I donโt know what something means, I must look it up, or it will bug me until I do. I collect words. So I havenโt really misused words much. My toxic trait is taking words literally and expecting people to say what they mean and know what theyโre saying. That and getting fixated on the specific word choice. It would be nice to be normal instead of pretending, sometimes. But also boring. But that part about searching for a specific word and not remembering in the moment? Maddeningly relatable.
Raw and old sound but is so powerful! With this we are inspired to release our old records in year 2007 that have not released since we lost the stem files for mixing and mastering as the recording studio ceased their operation already without our knowledge. What we all have are the mp3 copies of raw files...
Love it and now I finally I know what ambivalent means lol.
The power and mystery of words. Great review and song as always. Not so much a misunderstanding as a misreading. For years I read halcyon as halycon in the way when reading quickly your mind fills in the gaps. Turns out wrongly for me. Only when I used it in conversation did I realise that my mind's pronunciation was not correct. Was probably just lucky that the guy I was talking to was able to work out what I meant to say before correcting me.
Solid as usual.