Porcupine Tree

On my lunch break today, I was explaining to a friend our weekly blog journal and how we can write about any interaction with any media form. I told him that I was focusing my blog on music. Whether it be from the radio, youtube, or even album reviews in Rolling Stone Magazine, I wanted to keep it constant in one way or another.

Shortly after, he reached for my laptop (Goldmemeber as I call him) and began surfing the web. When I looked at the screen, I saw that he was on youtube. He absolutely insisted I hear a particular band and claimed that if he knew me as well as he thought he did then I would love the band and, more specifically, love his favorite song.

So, with that being said, I am blogging, today, to share an amazing band with the rest of you and thank my friend, Costa, for showing me this youtube video.

The band is called Porcupine Tree. The group was formed in the late 1980s by front man, Steven Wilson as a "psychedelic, experimental, and progressive music outlet." http://www.porcupinetree.com/background.cfm

Steven Wilson, who is a self taught singer, songwriter, and guitarist, definitely has talent from the little I have heard. His voice and the composition of music from him and his band have caught my attention and I have to say I am going to keep listening and become more educated on their music.

The song my friend, Costa, showed me is the song "Lazarus," which was a single from the Deadwing album in July, 2005.

The lyrics are very emotional and personal, which allows for a kind of connection between the band and the listener. They are a truly unique band with a great, incomparable sound and stunning musical interconnectedness. I am definitely a music junkie so I tend to get very emotional (in all forms) when I listen to music. This is a band that spoke out to me. The piano is phenomenal in conjunction with the drums and guitar, and in whole the instrumental composition drives the song to tell a powerful story. The lyrics go as follows:

"Lazarus"

By Porcupine Tree

As the cheerless towns pass my window

I can see a washed out moon through the fog

And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue

And says

"Follow me down to the valley below You know

Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"

I survived against the will of my twisted folk

But in the deafness of my world the silence broke

And said

"Follow me down to the valley below You know

Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"

"My David don't you worry

This cold world is not for you

So rest your head upon me

I have strength to carry you"

(Ghosts of the twenties rising Golden summers just holding you)

"Follow me down to the valley below You know

Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

Come to us, Lazarus

It's time for you to go"

Phenomenal.