The soundtrack of my life
As I type this, I'm listening to Lacuna Coil's latest album, Karmacode. Their trademark dark, haunting vocals and off-key melodies are as evocative as ever.
Ah, Goth Rock. Raw, angstful, and powerful.
Yet, as always, it's the power ballads that pack the most punch for me; They have all of the bands's power on-tap, but rather than throw it in our face, it's barely restrained, each note hinting at the beast caged within.
While the raw power draws out the angst, focused restraint builds the necessary realization and understanding needed to channel that raw power into a way to lift yourself up and out.
This isn't the first time Lacuna Coil has done that for me. Their music has seen me through several turning points in my life. Sort of the right thing at the right time.
It's odd, the way you don't notice something slipping away until it's completely gone and suddenly comes back and smacks you in the face with its full force.
The soundtrack of my life's been..well, silent. There are, of course, many small reasons, all fairly insignificant, but their cumulative reprocussions have been fairly extensive. It's nice that I'm coming out of this extensive rut..
I _really_ need to re-skin my djembe. It has that raw power that my little doumbeks, while tons of fun, just can't touch. Only a month left until the next Paralounge drum gathering!
...Meanwhile, Lacuna Coil's drummer still rides the cymbals far more than is healty. But I guess that means I still have my hearing, eh?