——-What I wrote, transcribed——
Jim Rourke song, I am singing, starts with a gypsy windchime, progressing to a Wizard of Oz-like melody. Their other melodies remind me of Band of Horses who often use semi-soft, playful, guitar riffs. They lay, on top, a generic sound effect usually heard in scary movie stab scenes.
Visually, these two uncanny mixes bring up old memories of a music video and game. The music video and game do not relate in content; the music video being My Walk by Greg Kaminski and the game I do not know the name of. [The scary beats remind me of the game's monster which wore the face of its victims on its back.]
After getting this horrific image, I imagined more positive visuals. “Can I dance to this,” I thought. The answer: no & yes, if you danced in Bohemian weirdness.
Then I was blessed with a random mind fuck of a future skittles commercial. In its vividness it seemed so real. It’s very typical with a person eating skittles raining from the sky, but the passion matches that of the Notebook. In utter sweetness. I wonder if it will be in your Blue Comet, Bobby. It would work, sliced, in Salad Fingers.
——-Response——-
The transcription does a good job of capturing my feelings for this song. Do give me more music or at least the name of the festival you get it from. Where were you when I needed new music?!
