Whenever I listen to these recordings I'm reminded of my self destructive turn in Montreal; Staggering around the city with all this complex dark inner turmoil, and poorly externalizing or expressing it since I lacked the skill to do so at the time. I remember finding comfort in Bernstein's ability to give voice to those dark currents that ran through me. Luckily for me, I wasn't overtaken by them as he unfortunately had been.
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Memories
I was trying to find some YouTube posting from Steven Jesse Bernstein's "Prison" so that I could share them on Facebook without legal repurcusions but, everyone of them had these really bad videos accompanying them or they were simply bastardized versions of the original recordings. I managed to find this one of Bernstein's "The Sport". It didn't even have Fisk's musical accompaniment but, that was fine by me:
Whenever I listen to these recordings I'm reminded of my self destructive turn in Montreal; Staggering around the city with all this complex dark inner turmoil, and poorly externalizing or expressing it since I lacked the skill to do so at the time. I remember finding comfort in Bernstein's ability to give voice to those dark currents that ran through me. Luckily for me, I wasn't overtaken by them as he unfortunately had been.
Whenever I listen to these recordings I'm reminded of my self destructive turn in Montreal; Staggering around the city with all this complex dark inner turmoil, and poorly externalizing or expressing it since I lacked the skill to do so at the time. I remember finding comfort in Bernstein's ability to give voice to those dark currents that ran through me. Luckily for me, I wasn't overtaken by them as he unfortunately had been.
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