THE MODERN WORLD HURTS MY BRAIN SO, SO MUCH

21.2.10

HIDE YOUR DAUGHTERS IN THE SNOW

I can't believe this is actually happening.

SANDMAN: At Your Service (Teaser) from Gatling Pictures on Vimeo.


While I can't claim to be a connoisseur of smoldering songwriters, I can, however, make claim that Mark Sandman was one of a kind. His / Morphine's sound, self-described as "low," was remarkable in its ambivalent pull and push of simplicity and seduction. I can only imagine him as the kind of man who managed to bewilder you into wondering how he pulled your chair out for you, lit your cigarette, and handed you a drink all at the same time and in a humbled, quiet manner. Morphine's songs evoke memories that don't yet exist but you damn well wish they did. They are the kind of songs that turn you into a romantic, if only cynically so; that stranger's affections can be gained and traded with a wink, a story, and a suggestive smile.

Whatever, basically I'm in love with Mark Sandman (rest his soul).


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