Ah Holly Fam’ly - Loneliest City [mp3]
by Travis Meyer
We recall the shape of our dreams through the song of the break of day that clings to the evening, as if handling the places we’d been were a moth’s appeal to the ceiling, skimming invisible wings toward the big window’s view out into our lives like fixed dioramas of different, lonelier cities we’ve survived. The past isn’t a matter if you can manage forgetting the pulpy misadventures that brought you here, she said. And we can lie awake in the untamed air of this February indoors, pretending we’re at the shore of what our former selves imagined we’d have learned by now. No doubt they’d look at us like we’d returned from Antarctica, with mermaids for wives and fur aureoles encircling our chapped faces, our souls impossibly underwater, muted by an afterthought of the almond orchards along the gravel roadside. It was better to leave our clothes for later — our labors redivided — and pretend we were characters in an Antonionian reverie, spinning the globe and putting our fingers down, hoping we might catch ourselves where the ocean sprays at an igneous footing and evergreen ghosts sweat blueberry mists in the morning. You against the glass. You against the murk of an imitative pond tinted nicotine for the effect your eyes have watching the seagull ascend motionless in the Pacific wind. You against the white wall naked but for a black sheet draped like a night wind around your hips, goosebumped flesh from the cold that space heater doesn’t make up for, you’re spinning the globe again for a lonelier city, a place for coffee and bare boughs and ice cream with a matinee alone.
Ah Holly Fam’ly is a rhythm and blues band from Portland. The featured song is from the album Reservoir. Purchase the music at Amazon | Insound | eMusic.
