Quickly, now—download this track:
“Until We Bleed” — Kleerup featuring Lykke Li
No, really. Download it.
I’m attempting to convey something here, to translate the vocabulary of my heart.
Let me try that again: What I’m trying to do is provide a soundtrack for Mia Tyler ‘s photography, so I’d appreciate it if you’d just humor me for a minute, O.K.? (& that’s with a “please” & “thank you”)
I can’t tell you if it’s a song Miss Tyler would choose herself; hell, I don’t even know I’d pick it, if I were given the chance. I don’t know much of anything, except that chance is how this intersection happened:
I flipped open my laptop, navigated my cursor and clicked the iTunes icon—you know the one, the CD symbol covered by a pair of musical notes? They’re a water-cooler blue, the blue of an aquarium. A blue not unlike that of my screen-saver, but the click of another icon—planet earth engulfed in flames: the search engine, Firefox—eclipsed that hue when a page snapped open on this rectangle I gazed into, eyes skimming a page of tweets. I don’t know that I’ll ever be comfortable with that phrase , a 140-characters-or-less challenge to “Think long thoughts in short sentences.” [Ferlinghetti]
But anyway, just as Lykke Li‘s ethereal voice crept through my speakers, I happened to be scrolling through these images. The combination of Li’s sensual, airy timbre with Tyler’s photographs, delirious with warmth; the harrowing rise of bows stroking cello strings with the lyrics “Lights black; heads bang/You’re my drug/We live it…”
Well, I was sideswiped by emotion.