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On that note, Moby's Everything Is Wrong album very much fits the bill, I think, especially the title track and "When It's Cold, I'd Like to Die" which, because of the time and place it entered my life, always conjures up vague feelings of hospitals, insomnia, the awful realization that death is only a tragedy when it's someone else's, and the feeling of drifting off to sleep at last, sinking in a warm bath. I can't recommend that song enough, or convey how beautiful it is, regardless of one's feeling toward the rest of Moby's output. Even on a technical level alone, the drifting, warbling effect used in the fadeout near the end perfectly expresses the song's coming to terms with, and accepting, death as a part of life, and again calls up images of sinking in warm water, calmly losing consciousness and drifting off to sleep. Makes me misty just thinking about it.
Mark Isham's Tibet is another I'd throw in there. The rambling, muffled, almost shy guitar work coupled with minimal electronic (I'm assuming) effects give it an air of melancholy, sadness, being outside at night under the stars in cool air; and then Isham's horns gradually introduce themselves, bringing reflection, hope and the knowledge of where the night wind blows with them. All said, very good reflective music.
Much of Steve Roach's work is very pensive. I'm personally partial to Structures From Silence, the title of which pretty much sums it all up quite well enough. Small, smooth beeps and blips that build themselves into a shadowy house of music with melancholy wallpaper, mysterious lighting and carpets of underplayed grandness. Best listened in a dark room while lying on something soft.
Donnacha Costello's Together is the New Alone is also good for most of the reasons listed above, although it has more of a "sick and awake at 4 AM and unable to sleep" flavor. |
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