Canyon - Fever

I'm sitting at home. My ear-drum is wasted as usual and my writing efforts are increasingly futile. This day is no good and I knew it when I opened my eyes this morning (only to close them again). Waking up / falling asleep / waking up from nightmare # xxxx. I have to do something, I think to myself. But what? My head is spinning from the ear infection. I make coffee. I drink coffee. Clouds outside. Heaps of clouds. It's hot/cold/hot. Can't decide. I feel like shit. I skim through some passages of poorly written text. Goddammit. I push the DELETE button. I push the UNDO button. DELETE, UNDO, DELETE. More clouds. I text you to say I can't make it tonight. A nap. My room is too little to wander around there. Despite ear condition, I put on some music. NO NOT THIS ACID JAZZ SHIT. Turn it off. Change music. Canyon: Fever. Good pick. Spacious music. Feel like walking among mountains. Grand fucking canyon. My one ear digs the perpetually droning echoes of the guitar (reverb I've been told). My other ear creates some ambience of its own. To say that a piece of music is soothing may give you Alain de Botton ideas. Forget these. Canyon is soothing music. Canyon is actually a Danish guy, Mikkel Valentin Dunkerley. Other drone/folk/----core bands might do similar things, but somehow this album builds up a very distinct atmosphere - it creates a world of its own. If you like the spookiness of The Caretaker, the movie Last year in Marienbad and/or Gerry, try this!