{"id":111,"date":"2011-05-06T10:00:52","date_gmt":"2011-05-06T14:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/?p=111"},"modified":"2013-12-26T16:52:48","modified_gmt":"2013-12-26T21:52:48","slug":"dreamland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/thought-about\/dreamland\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreamland"},"content":{"rendered":"

While reading Patrick Rhone’s excellent piece Listen to What You Love<\/a> I took his advice to heart and adopted his playlists. In addition to Merlin Mann’s lists Revenge of the Smart Playlist<\/a> and Music Only<\/a>. In the process I rediscovered Robert Miles<\/a> and his Dreamland album.<\/p>\n

This album has always held a special place in my heart. It has not one but two version of Children. The 6:19 original and 7:05 minute Dream Version are both excellent. I was first introduced to Robert Miles by the first girl I ever dated. She had a tape of the Children single which I immediately fell in love with.<\/p>\n

After hearing and falling deeply for the song, I went out to find the rest of his work. I picked up the Dreamland album and the follow-up 23am.<\/p>\n

Robert Miles weaves a deep tapestry of “dream trance” that could easily be the whimsical soundtrack to my dreams and thoughts. The music far out lasted the relationship. Though, I had forgotten about the man and his moving, atmospheric soundtracks until today.<\/p>\n

I fell into the world of Robert Miles and trance around the same time my interest in writing, specifically poetry was blossoming. It was also around this time a friend and I formed a band. It was an outlet more for my writing and singing than anything else as I lack any form of instrumental musical talent.<\/p>\n

In the early days of my writing I would often use an instrumental piece as inspiration and a framework for what I wrote. This is the case with Children and Fable.<\/p>\n

I penned a long, rambling, metaphor-riddled poem called Hip green valley censorship. (I have no idea where I got the name for it.)<\/p>\n

Hip green valley censorship<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tell me a fable about a time when we were young
\nTell me about all the battles in your mind we won
\nBecause I sit here and my brain is working so hard
\nTrying to find a reason to keep going on
\nI see you trembling in the rain
\nI see the tear drops fall upon your page of pain
\nPoetical Girl locked in a TV world
\nI don’t know if I will ever make things the same
\nPoetical girl locked writing in the rain
\nSitting out by the town fountain
\nAs I look down from the mountain
\nAs I sit silent serene
\nAll of the raindrops fall upon the valley green
\nWith jealousy they all want to be me
\nBut I’ll never want to be them
\nThey had you locked up in their boxes
\nThey don’t even remember their names
\nAll the girls all the boys are anything at all
\nThey’re all too watered down
\nI’ve got some reason to come down for you
\nAs I come down to the valley one day
\nI find a reason to stay
\nYou were just a poetry girl
\nWriting in a TV world
\nInternet running through your head
\nI can’t believe that you’re not dead
\nYou thought about it every night
\nThought about how it would be so nice
\nTo take the gun out back
\nPut the gun up to your head
\nWritten letter explaining you’re dead<\/p>\n

And now they wonder why
\nThey never saw the tears you would cry
\nNever find the notebooks
\nNever find all the pained looks
\nThey’ll never see all your pages written in agony
\nAs you sit there in the rain
\nRain Fountain Serene Mountain
\nI don’t know what is real
\nPoetry girl TV world
\nI just want to feel
\nI don’t know I don’t care I need your feelings
\nPlastic Mechanical Animals Everywhere
\nI know you need me silent serene
\nAs you walk through the village screaming
\nSilent crowd Screaming crowd
\nTanks patrol your thoughts now
\nCensorship Everyone’s hip Try to be a pretty one
\nI don’t know if you’d be free
\nSitting up on the mountain with me
\nSitting on the mountain in the rain
\nBetter than being screaming in pain
\nI don’t know I think that I’m insane
\nI looked down into the valley one day
\nI saw the procession running away
\nI saw the place where you’d stay
\nRest in Peace Poetry Girl Rest in Peace from all the world
\nRest in Pieces Poetry Girl from that ferocious world
\nNow you’re safe in the ground today
\nThey’ll never miss you
\nThey’ll never need you
\nThey’ll never realize
\nWho you were
\nWhat you are
\nWhat you wrote and how it justified your actions
\nBut they never found the book
\nNever seen honor the dream
\nOn the mountain where I sit silent serene
\nTank patrolling silent dreaming crowd
\nEveryone knows that they’re dead down there
\nRunning around with no head
\nRunning around like they’re dead
\nEveryone knows that I’m insane
\nI sit there screaming in the rain<\/p>\n

Music is and always has been the backdrop to my life. It has gotten me through the good times and the bad. It has been my only friend and my accomplice to artistic works. I have leaned on it when I needed the boost or to mask my emotions.<\/p>\n

Music has shaped much of who I am today. Looking back through my collected discs, downloads, and scrobbles speaks volumes about my mood and mental state through different parts of my life.<\/p>\n

I deeply identify with certain albums based on where I was and what was happening.<\/p>\n

Papa Roach’s Infest<\/strong> will always be the soundtrack to my first stepfather’s death.<\/p>\n

Wumpscut’s Die in Winter<\/strong> was the backdrop to my grandmother’s passing.<\/p>\n

TLC’s CrazySexyCool<\/strong> was the trip to Arizona.<\/p>\n

The Offspring’s Ignition<\/strong> will always be my first foray into my own musical choices.<\/p>\n

Presidents of the United States of America’s Self-titled album<\/strong> goes together with The Offspring as they were sides A and B to a cassette tape a high school friend made me for a long bus ride on a field trip.<\/p>\n

Nine Inch Nails<\/strong> will always be the backdrop to my life. I took to Trent Reznor’s music and have never let go. The beauty in the pain and the release in the anger. His vicious screams that melt away into the sweetest of melodic journeys. NIN will always be part of my musical genome and my life.<\/p>\n

Marilyn Manson<\/strong> was revolution and rebellious teen years and the quest to look deeper and find meaning behind shock.<\/p>\n

Robert Miles<\/strong> is love and artistry and emotion.<\/p>\n

Third Eye Blind<\/strong>, Smashmouth<\/strong> and FAT<\/strong> will always be my first concert.<\/p>\n

Saul Williams<\/strong> is poetry and intelligence wrapped in ferocity and power.<\/p>\n

Godhead<\/strong> was the first (and only) CD released show I’ve ever seen and the only band I’ve been a street team member for.<\/p>\n

Matchbox Twenty<\/strong> managed to weave themselves into my life in ways I never understood until years later. While attending a show with my then-girlfriend my wife was also there, though we had no idea our paths would cross again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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