Monday, July 18, 2005

This Song by a Band With a Forgettable Name Did Not Change Your Life

I woke up at 4:00am this morning, full of dream logic conviction that this was the instant that the Angel of Indierock4eva throws open the door-sans-lambsblood and breaths death upon the day's victim. I thought of getting up and sitting at the computer and clicking refresh over and over, so I could witness the moment. Does it happen at daybreak, or after the family has left the house. Does the Angel make mistakes? Is a victim ever returned bloodied and bruised to its shocked parents, thanks to a misinterpreted double-irony? A more suitable victim?

A Duchamp follower if there ever was, the Angel brought us the dubious gift of criticism as readymade. I fell back asleep and half-dreamt that centuries had passed and all that remained of mankind was an internet replete with a series of signs that said, "Look at that, isn't it?..." with addresses at the bottom for forwarding mail.

Not at all, said my neighbor. The trouble is that they're so quarrelsome. As soon as anyone arrives he settles in some street. Before he's been there twenty-four hours he quarrels with his neighbor. Before the week is out he's quarreled so badly that he decides to move...You see, it's easy here. You've only got to think a house and there it is. That's how the town keeps on growing. -- C.S. Lewis

Time To Go by Mold didn't change anyone's life, largely because nobody outside of the band and friends heard it. Mold was a band from 90's New York that had one "hit" as they say over at WFMU, where hits are based on consensus rather than sales figures. If Time To Go had appeared just post-climax on the soundtrack to a film based on a Rick Moody novel, it's just possible that millions of people might associate it with a sad sense of missed opportunities. Instead, millions of people haven't hard it and never will. Along with this, there's a full album that you'll probably never hear as it was mixed wrong, with the master tapes then thrown out by a now-defunct studio.

Would Time To Go have changed anything? Who knows. It seems sewn from the right cloth: simple guitar beginning, lyrics about departing, band enters on second verse, swell as we hit the chorus, last lyrics over guitar, cut. Worse songs have turned up on any number of break-up mixtapes. It reminds me of Bongwater in one of their more serious moments. It reminds my wife of Mazzy Star. By next year, no one will remember this piece, this blog will be gone, and it'll be forgotten again.

Time To Go by Mold

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