When the soul and the darkest of nights share the same color
What is it about night?
What happens in that part of the day in which we are -and we feel- most vulnerable?
Why can we watch those movies that some call dreams and others call nightmares?
Why do we get to feel in those hours our most unrealistic illusions and our most realistic fears?
Who are we at night?
Are we those bodies lying down with our eyes closed?
Are we our minds traveling between the heaven of our fantasies and the hell of our realities?
Why is the darkest color of all the color of nights?
Why do we have to sleep in the same place where we feel our most primitive pleasure?
Are we still living when we're sleeping?
Do we love when we sleep?
Why do we sleep?
Is it only to rest?
To take a break from reality?
To take a break from life?
What happens to all of those dreams/nightmares when we wake up?
What happens in between?
This poem was inspired by Dark night of the soul (2009), which, more than an album is a work of art crafted by the music of Sparklehorse and Danger Mouse, and a group of photographs taken by David Lynch. The first two invited a selected group of singers to write some lyrics and sing them over a group of instrumental tracks: Julian Casablancas (The Strokes), Iggy Pop, Nina Persson (The Cardigans), Black Francis (The Pixies), James Mercer (The Shins), Jason Lytle (Grandaddy), Gruff Rhys (Super Furry Animals), Vic Chesnutt, Suzanne Vega and David Lynch himself.
Dark night of the soul was supposed to be a CD with a book including the photos taken by David Lynch -who begged the two composers to let him collaborate when he learned about the project-, but a legal dispute between Danger Mouse and the record label didn't make possible the release of the record.
Instead, the book includes a CD-R with a label on it that says: "For Legal Reasons, enclosed CD-R contains no music. Use it as you will". So if you buy the book and you get to download this record -which is the only way to listen to it, and it's what I strongly recommend you to- you can burn it in that CD.
I couldn't be able to write you review of this CD. The only thing I could do to describe you how it's like to listen to this record was to write you this poem.
A poem that was inspired by Dark night of the soul, the best record I've listened to this year.
Listen to Little girl feat. Julian Casablancas, my favorite song of the record