I read this thing once. Yes! That is correct! I have read this thing. Or I had read this thing. I wasn’t the best in the business with the sophisticated art of grammar. Anyway… this critic described patrons leaving a show of a band called This Will Destroy You as ‘dusty’.
That’s right dusty.
And I got to thinking. That is kind of fucked up. Not that I have never said anything fucked up about any one of my musical encounters, I’m not saying that. I’m just commenting on someone else’s fucked up opinion because it can be enjoyable at times.
Go ahead.
Try it with the opinion I have attached below.
You’ll see.

Last night I was cooking.
Very Very interesting nights I have you see. Standby for the next episode titiled - After That I Went To Sleep.

So, I was cooking and I don’t have a TV. I mean, I have a television that I use to watch DVD’s into the wee hours of the night. (That episode is titled - Saturday Night) Which basically means that I have a nice open living room whose centerpiece is a fireplace and not Dateline NBC. And I’m chillin’ but the silence was kind of killin’ me. I needed something. I tried opening the door. Outside sounds…not the best at this time of day. I tried playing some music I like.

I mostly keep my laptop on shuffle. I know every song on it. I sing alone. Pretty much all the time. You know, I walk around in my underwear cooking and cleaning and going about my little routines singing someone else’s song. That I love and relate to of course. (You don’t wanna know the title to that episode!)

But, that’s not what I’m in the mood for right now. Nothing is right. Then I start getting down on myself. I start questioning why I need sound anyway. Why do I hate the silence so much? What if I end up being some old lady whose only friends are records from her young adulthood and Jerry Springer? And then I realize that I’m talking to myself anyways and there is no point in trying to listen to someone else's words because I’m not even singing along or paying attention any more any way.
Wow. Pronounced more with an a and not an o.
And then something magical happened.
The moment had suddenly become perfect.
I looked up from my pot of boiling asparagus and heard low tones. Strings. Good sounds. I knew this. I knew these sounds. What I had stumbled upon was the This Will Destroy You album I had purchased before my move to South Ausitn.
That’s right. I capitalized them both. Take that Mrs.English!
I stopped the shuffle and decided to listen to the album start to finish before starting that episode I told you a bout, you know the one about me going to sleep.
I just needed some background sounds for me and my own thoughts. My words.
They gave me the tunes, and I was writing my own lyrics. I was by no means dusty. And I've seen them at a show. I’ve seen them twice! And I was by no means dusty any time I ever saw them perform. How could I be dusty when everything that goes on inside my physical presence is moving? Just like the thoughts I had last night. With the thinking and the deep thoughts and the thinking…and stuff.
Hearing it live is even better. You can feel it in your bones.
I have often heard them compared to another Austin area band, which coincidentally has been signed to a label, called Explosions in the Sky. Would you call them dusty too Mr.Critic? I don’t think so.

The difference between the bands is readily apparent though. One can easily see the clear distinctions between the two. Explosions in the Sky has much more poppy overtones. The songs are more distinct from one another. This Will Destroy You flows into one ginormous song with peaks and valleys. It can bring about highs and lows even all at once.

Maybe, if these patrons left dusty, it was because they didn’t have anything to say about the instrumental journey they could be taken on if they would have been more open.

And I do also love Explosions in the Sky. I first saw them at ACL a while ago, and I laid on my towel and stared up into that starry Austin sky. I could feel the sound all over. The sound defined the moment for me. Some sounds, songs, music, talent, love, all those things are meant to define the moment. And I like that some of my moments are defined in the presence of wonderful tunage featuring my own lyrics.