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14 May 2002 (Tuesday): atticus finch lives!

They are alive and well, in post-production for their next release, and I had good reason to be intrigued. I love it when this happens.

Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 22:03:27 -0700
Subject: Re: atticus finch
From: homestd@sonic.net
To: enjelani@yahoo.com

I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to respond. My life is very busy these days...Please know that your inquiry and contact is deeply heartening and very much welcome. So glad that you've come across our music. I'd be happy to send you the cd. It includes angelspeak and many others. Send me your address and I'll get it in the mail to you. We charge $12 which you can send after you receive the music.

Thanks. And keep in touch. Eric

So I put the key into my PO box on Saturday afternoon, and out tumbled a cardboard CD mailer. Plus a handwritten note: "Here it is. I hope this music finds you..."

A few minutes later I sat in the driver's seat of my car transfixed, tracing my finger along the lyric sheet as I listened. I had no idea what they were saying, and at the same time knew exactly what they meant. It was the song of something forgotten and unexpressed in me -- how did they do that? How did they know?

It's an album with absolutely no hooks, completely devoid of catchiness; it would never survive on commercial radio. I think its creators sensed that. It's better discovered this way, in glimpses and missed connections, folded scraps of paper and quiet warm homecomings.

see the proud men tall and confident and the crowd that is forming how the motion bring a gladness to your heart and the mystery pull you closer to your fellow man in the lamplight let your feet fall in time to the sound of...

a town polite receives you could bring you to your knees my sweet or lift you like a wind to a featherly falling all the dreams that you clung to as a boy held under their canvas wrapped up in a web of twine unveil me derail me close me up and i'll wander through the station like i used to do with you and our town tonight will break through a city for to be my sweet

- Atticus Finch, "Angelspeak"

posted by enjelani @ 12:25 PM PST

Replies: 1 comment

now I'm curious as to how it sounds :) Congrats on this lil' treasure hunt :)

posted by m. mellow @ 14 05 2002 05:02 PM PST