
I just wish I was inside her mind... it must explode with creativity. Picture Willy Wonka's candyland of musical inspiration.
Eet is such a hauntingly beautiful song... like biting down on tinfoil... it has a painful yet memorable feeling to it that bleeds you to your core. I wish I'd kept up piano... she makes me want to rock out my fingers.
Another artist that inspires me?
You may find this odd... or at least a contrast...
so let me whisper it to you...
t.t.t.taylor swift...
yes.
let me switch to defensive mode:
for its alright to like Regina, as long as you back it up with further taste in obscure music (for even Regina is now too "mainstream")... but Taylor?
Yes Taylor.
She writes her own songs, about what she feels... she really is just a girl strumming on her guitar. No pretensions.
And Regina is just a girl banging on the piano.
Music moves them.
And their music, on the other side of the speaker, moves me.
Regina has purposefully meaningless songs. I find that so beautiful.
"If I could explain every word of this song, then I wouldn't have been very inspired when I wrote it. I would have been more crafty and intellectual. I would really hate it if I could call up Kafka or Hemingway or Salinger and any question I could throw at them they would have an answer. That's the magic when you read or hear something wonderful — there's no one that has all the answers." -R.S.
It's kind of a relief. Isn't it upsetting when you find what a song really means... and its meaning is different from the one you had assigned it? The meanings behind Nirvana's Heart Shaped Box, Sara Bareille's Love Song, or Britney Spears' If U Seek Amy (ok, I didn't assign meaning to Britney's song, but neither was I seeking out the "hidden" acronym) are all quite upsetting to me.
Even beyond songs... there's so many other mediums that I like to pretend were created for my own imagination to decipher. Renoir, Emily Dickinson and the speakers of some of my favorite quotes all share a delicious ambiguity.
For example...
______
If I could go through it all again
the slender iron rungs of growing up
I would be as young as any
a child lost in unreality and loud music.
______
or
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You are not beautiful, exactly
You are beautiful inexactly.
______
So its refreshing to sing along with Regina and realize that sometimes nonsense is the best policy.
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e eet eet eet...