And my heart bleeds. "A horse, a horse, my Kingdom for a horse"
This memo is the
earliest that I started but never had the strength to finish.
Probably
because I've never found the words accurate enough , powerful enough to
describe the music of Mark Linkous. Because every time I put
this item on the loom, while listening again to this amazing disc, I
stopped writing to listen ...
I spent hours and hours to make and unmake this album like no other. Hours and hours to dissect, discuss, explore, a sentence, a word, a note, a noise. Days and nights in the manner of a Pacino, revisiting Shakespeare and Richard IIIrd as nobody won't ever do it again. I had a friend at that time, brilliant, an Argentinean, psychoanalyst, footballer, in love with the beautiful, the tense and the slickness. And we talked late into the night about musical emotions, football, poetry, our lives, the death of our wishes, our children's future and our lost friends or to lose ...
Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot is a puzzle that we had begun but never dare to finish. On this large table we guess here some of the story with familiar faces. In this other place a dazzling, a sketch stealth, a transient anxiety, here a lightning-torn and anywhere else scattered surprising pieces, incongruous, uncertain but that makes the history which is being played before our eyes. A toy, a bicycle wheel that rotates and rubs to a piece of cardboard, voices, a scream, a cow, a horse, all these unusual fragments that suddenly take shape, echo back our scrappy history of happy memories, fears, abysmal fright. Mark Linkous evoke his torment with softness, with poetry and delicacy of beings inhabited, fearing the angry awakening of old ghosts, but never hesitating to feed a dialogue with them. This album is this torn up and desultory story by which the magic of an inner music, sensitive and refined touches the absolute grace. This is also the delicate voice, these strings of words in weightlessness sometimes contrasting with a distressed rock, at times psychiatric.
I finally erase the fragments of the old notes, of this "chronicle of my life" because the emotion overwhelms me tonight.
Mark Linkous died by suicide on March 6, 2010 by a bullet in the midth of his heart.
To Gustavo
