I've been enjoying the retro 1980s synth vibe of the Wild Nothing album Nocturne since purchasing it a few weeks back, driven by both the airplay on the SiriusXM U "alternative" channel of the songs Shadow and Paradise, and by a pitch perfect, beautiful review by J. Hubner on Amazon, including this:
'Shadow' opens the album with an airiness of a long forgotten summer dream. It brings to mind a car ride to town, sitting in the backseat of your parents' car with the radio playing something that nearly lulls you to sleep. These are 80s dreams re-invented in the age of iPads and social networks...
I admit it. I'm a sucker for 80s alternative. I love it. It puts me in a happy place. The mix of melancholy moods, reminiscing about a day long gone and people that are now merely ghosts in your present that you were once close with in your past. This music is human nature, done up with a dance beat, clean guitar lines, synth melodies and a voice lost in the analog wilderness...Anyway, SiriusXM U has been playing a version of Paradise that is from the "official" video and not from the album, and which features actress Michelle Williams in the video, with her doing a reading in the middle of the song from the Iris Murdoch book A Word Child:
I couldn't find the spoken excerpt anywhere online so I bought the Kindle edition of the book and am putting the snippet below (hopefully covered by fair use), with the hope if anyone else searches for it they will find it here thanks to the title of the post:
Amo amas amat amamus amatis amant amavi amavisti amavit amavimus amavistis amaverunt amavero amaveris amaverit … Everything was love. Everything will be love. Everything has been love. Everything would be love. Everything would have been love. Ah, that was it, the truth at last. Everything would have been love. The huge eye, which had become an immense sphere, was gently breathing, only it was not an eye nor a sphere but a great wonderful animal covered in little waving legs like hairs, waving oh so gently as if they were under water. All shall be well and all shall be well said the ocean. So the place of reconciliation existed after all, not like a little knot hole in a cupboard but flowing everywhere and being everything. I had only to will it and it would be, for spirit is omnipotent only I never knew it, like being able to walk on the air. I could forgive. I could be forgiven. I could forgive. Perhaps that was the whole of it after all. Perhaps being forgiven was just forgiving only no one had ever told me. There was nothing else needful. Just to forgive. Forgiving equals being forgiven, the secret of the universe, do not whatever you do forget it. The past was folded up and in the twinkling of an eye everything had been changed and made beautiful and good.
- Iris Murdoch, A Word Child