AMV chronicles #29: Bucket Hats, Raglan Sleeves

Here’s an AMV I made a year or so ago. Not sure why it took me so long to put it on Youtube, but here it is.

If I’m going to be honest with myself, The Noise Made By People is probably my favorite album in the world, or at least the one album I’d take with me to a desert island.

That’s a trite saying/thought exercise but the one thing people tend to overlook about it is that rescue isn’t likely and you’re probably going to die there alone, and when the inevitability of that sets in, the last thing you’re going to want to do is listen to OK Computer or Wish You Were Here or whatever, but by the time you figure that out it’s too late.

I can never get over the sensation that Trish Keenan is actually singing these words to me, from the heart, and that she knows something about what I’m going through and what words I need to hear and also what the best way to say them to me is right now.  And I’ve never quite gotten that feeling from anything else. And despite the fact that this album/compilation/whatever is like 15 years old now or something, and also bearing in mind the nasty reality of her unexpected passing away a few years ago, nothing about this music sounds dated or old or even particularly tied to memories in the past that I’m nostalgic for. Nor am I ever struck by the feeling that this music is shrouded in death like that of so many other artists I love who’ve passed away before their time, so to speak. There’s nothing sad about all this, actually.  Instead, I’m only left with the feeling that everything’s going to be okay. It really is. I could go on about my “relationship” with this music some more, but this is probably already really weird. All this only scratches the surface, though.

I think this song/series is a good combination and I know no one cares but I think this AMV turned out okay.