My friend once went off on a tangent while discussing how a Portishead concert resonated in her body. She told me of an experiment conducted by the military where psychologists discovered a tone that, when played, made the study subjects shit their pants. I was inspired.
This is a collection of the music that soundtracks my life and moves me... in my soul, not my bowels.
The ‘widowmaker’ claimed another victim. I sat in the bar at the base of Mount Baker and nursed my wounds. Ice pack on my knee, ice pack on my hip, beer in my hand. Tunes filled the room, this song played, and then the stereo fell silent.
Bon Iver - re:Stacks, Live(0 plays)