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Long Dark Blues Through the Static And Distance
Out of sheer happenstance of space-time curvature, a strange déjà vu occurs every time I listen to Songs: Ohia’s “Farewell Transmission”. And I think I exactly know where it comes from: I was so absorbed in documentaries about cults and Heaven’s Gate in particular. I think I will be writing more about this horrifying but quirkily educational cult and the music it gives birth to.
Both captains went down with the ship. Jason Molina’s unfortunate passing caused by alcohol at only 39 leaving us with possibly one of the most beguiling works of the last decade Magnolia Electric Co. And the other, an incredibly intelligent mad man boarding a UFO and taking his fellow aliens with him. Marshall Applewhite. But how do these two completely irrelevant events tie a knot in my subconsciousness?
Apart from me being completely illogical and wrong about the entire stupid thought, I guess it’s all found in Molina’s ghastly metaphors: “Mama, here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws. Must be the big star about to fall,” How’s that big star for our spaceship? Will-o’-the-wisp for its landing light tunnel? How’s that “He” strolling the whole song around for remotely referring to a mentor, a leader, a kind and caring torchbearer? The illusion’s cream of the crop is, of course…
