I never learned how to hate I never learned how to be hated Can it be controlled? Can anything be controlled? It hurts like a cancer in me but in every room I still can feel his ghost blood rushing around us like a herd of phantom horses
I will burn every place that we entered and I will burn away this hatred within me and when I sleep I will dream about a dove on the wind I’ll dream about a child and the words I would say to his father and mother Owen, are you there? and end this nightmare I’m in Rush to my arms in the morning and meet me out on the same platform How badly I wish for it that we can be angels, and not this bullshit
I’m not very active on here anymore, but I wanted to drop by to share a long-awaited new album from one of my favorite artists alive, Owen Pallett. He’s an openly queer violinist, composer, and lyricist of fantastic baroque pop for almost 20 years and someone whose music has meant a lot to me as an adolescent gay (and, in lots of ways, as an adolescent trans person as well).
His newest album Island is one he’s been working on for 6 years now, itself a sequel to his 2010 album Heartland. It’s an absolutely phenomenal record, exceeding even my biggest expectations that have been building over time. It’s an intricately detailed album, one whose soundscapes feel cinematic and whose emotional arcs feel way more introspective and pained than anything he’s done before.
It’s really really really good, and I’m glad that the wait yielded an album as good as this one.
