Sickbed Jams #1
11 videos • 335 views • by 111eee111eee111 Sickbeds are for relegation—or, just as naturally, for refuge, places for embedding like a clam in its shell. Sickbed jams are for being that clam in its shell. Music made by someone swaddled. Sound swells round you, echoes loudly, and it moves not forward like music should but side to side—weight more important than rhythm, frailty more important than propulsion, all the hard sentiments turned soft. It feels free to meander and dither. It stagnates and makes you feel stagnant, too, and sweaty. It’s like having syrup poured over your chest and voices pouring out in turn, sometimes groggy, always lonely, swelling in your chest like campfire smoke and exhaling skyward (ceiling-ward) like a good wheeze. Maybe it gives you a headache. It can be overwhelming and droning or simply heavy; it intentionally bores into your brain and allows for no other input. And yet that’s also a sign of its purity—there’s little external meaning, just a feeling, near to a prayer but free of any spiritual trappings, laying its full weight on you and all of a sudden rapturously lifting, so that when it’s gone, the weight’s gone, and you’re better. NOTE: Currently lacking the tenth track due to its removal from YouTube (Caethua's "A Maiden in Muck"). I will correct this as soon as I can.