Thought I'd bring this back for all you folks up there in the Northeast heading into the big blizzard of 2015. I'll think of y'all after my morning walk and customary pluck of 2 oranges off the tree. Fresh squeezed breakfast juice, ya know?
I watched Stepmom on an airplane. I tried to get off of it .
LOL that's why I stuck with a rare listen to first vs. looking at. And damned if I still haven't seen it and am about to pull out the CD again for those 2 tracks!
PS well howdaya like them apples; turns out about 40 seconds-in the "One Snowy Night" cue has a rather pronounced later-to-be A.I. feel...this is rather remarkable...
This topic was written 15 years ago and is still relevant. Howard, you braided nature with music and contemplation. We here, thanks to Howard, had a brief shining moment from December 30th 2000 into January 2001, a Camelot moment, a poetic moment, an almost Twilight Zone time. Thanks for bringing this back.
I love SNOW and the eerie, quiet brilliance it brings with it. So many childhood memories are locked into SNOW...making a snowman with my little sister, peeking out the back door near Christmas time to see it fall and blanket my world in silence. I'm so obsessed by it, this year - my 50th - I am travelling up near the Arctic Circle to sleep in a glass igloo, do some husky dog pull thing, stay in a Ice Hotel and other cool snowy stuff. One of my most favourite holidays previously was a week spent in St Wolfgang, Austria. It was like stepping INTO a Christmas Card scene and the memories just grow better and better with the 'Passing Of Time' (I think that may be a STEPMOM track title?). I've loved reading those snowy night descriptions above - I've not seen this thread before - and I will be cueing up STEPMOM right soon (after I've exhausted my Lee Holdridge binge, which btw, was caused by you Joan and your recent Buffalo Girls thread)
I have a completely unromantic relationship to snow, as it's usually just an annoying part of everyday life in Norway. Especially in Oslo right now, where there is slush one day and then it freezes to ice and becomes death traps the next (like now).
I can see the appeal if you're at some cabin in the mountains and the snow is falling angellically, but that's a different thing altogether.
So sorry to shatter the dreams and illusions of the STEPMOM effect.
Kevin, loved your descriptions. You'll have to share details of your Artic trip when you return. Also, I'm glad I started you on an Holdridge binge. That is healthier than a food or alcohol binge.
afn made me laugh out loud with his "The Thing" reference. I felt totally chilly the whole time I watched that movie.
Thor, I can understand that romanticizing snow would not work for you. You live many months in it. I only see it for a few weeks.
Now what we need is someone to dovetail a score and a score's tracks to desert living or enjoyment!
I have a completely unromantic relationship to snow, as it's usually just an annoying part of everyday life in Norway. Especially in Oslo right now, where there is slush one day and then it freezes to ice and becomes death traps the next (like now).
I can see the appeal if you're at some cabin in the mountains and the snow is falling angellically, but that's a different thing altogether.
So sorry to shatter the dreams and illusions of the STEPMOM effect.
No, what you have unwittingly if not nicely illustrated is the difference in points of view (if not points of origin) of the 2 threads. This one originated when I was living in Florida where I could ruminate upon an event from a distance, both physically and spirtually i.e. no snow down here, just memories of snow up there. The other thread originated after I had moved back Up There with a decided change in viewpoint very much in harmony with what you just stated. And what ANZALDIMAN succinctly described.
Talk about capturing moods! And it also illustrates why many who move down here move back after maybe a couple of years. They can't take the unending flatness and long hot summers and miss the more pronounced change of seasons. Not me, I don't miss shoveling a whit. Nicer to shovel something else from a distance, if you follow my 'drift'.
This topic was written 15 years ago and is still relevant.
I never would have thought that until the aforementioned A.I. comparison. It may be in a different vein from what you mean by "relevant"(?) but I guess that's why they call these things threads, you never know in what direction they'll wind.
I just discovered this score and it took me way too long to do so. Engrossing, tender, and contemplative. I've been spinning it nonstop all weekend and I can't get enough. Newest addition to my collection and already priceless to me.
