I was given the name Leo not quite 30 years ago, yet I'm still trying to define myself otherwise. I could be described as a postmodern deconstructionist anarcho-capitalist. I think we've all forgotten who we are, to a certain extent. This is my attempt to find myself, or you. If you think you know who I am, or who you are, or that I know who you are, or who you might be someday, feel free to engage me at any time: leo (at) amnesiacs (dot) org
I must admit, I was pretty upset upon my first listening of Portishead’s most recent release, Third. Then I remembered back to all of the other albums that I’d hated upon first listen; I reminded myself to put tape over the slot of my car’s CD changer and drive for a few hours. I was on I-595 a day later, driving out west the first time that I really “heard” this song. Now, I-595 splitting off from I-95 in South Florida isn’t a country road; it can be a busy little monster. I got really amped and got the speedometer down to about 90, and I passed a figure walking not-quite-along-the-side of this 10-lane leviathan, all dressed in black. Totally creeped me out, in a good way; I was endowed with a profound sense of solitude.
Anyway, pop this in your CD player and push the pedal down, unless you live in South Carolina; I’d strongly suggest you drive the speed limit there.
This song has been played 98 times. 1 year ago.