love in flames

my love is in flames. flames brought upon by a band. a band that i should have seen play this past weekend but didn't.

i am a great fool who didn't do everything in my power to get to their show, to get consumed by a bright burning oblivion of sound, to get swallowed up into the intesity of a lyric inferno, to become engulfed in the fervent, furious flames created by the arcade fire's fusion of everything blazing with beauty.

when i first bought this album i thought: "this is alright." it sounded to me like some kind of talking heads ripoff. but i kept with the album. gave it a spin maybe once a week. and then i gave it a home in my car's cd changer. and it's lived there ever since.

nowadays, the album is on heavy rotation. finding repetition in my head, my itunes, my shuffle play.

i'm always looking for meaning and poetry in songs. so i'm usually good at catching lyrics. this being said, i've listened to the album "funeral" several times and i still can't sing along with all of the tracks. no, it's not because the lyrics aren't memorable. far from it. it's because, quite surprisingly and uncharacteristically for me, i find myself getting so wrapped up by the music that the lyrics haven't penetrated past my body's physical reaction to the songs. it's like i've surrendered to its spell, and so my body moves mindlessly in time to it.

i can't stop raving about this album. all i can do is suggest you go out right now and buy your own copy.

embrace the arcade fire, and warm to their ravaging delights.