While listening to "Nocturne" again, I had some thought.
10 years have come and gone since its release, and I think: this is the music of poverty.
Back then, I was living by myself in a low-rent man cave in a "bad" neighborhood. My neighbors constantly asked to use my phone, since their contract had long run out. My roof leaked, dripping streams into a bucket in my bedroom. Oh, the sights and sounds! One piece on this release is a barely-effected recording of my refrigerator, which was in terrible disrepair. It used to make clunking and fluid sounds, buzzing loudly all the time. The tile in my bathroom was moldy, the wall beneath warping such that the individual tiles were falling out.
A friend paid a visit, a photographer, by hobby-- he took a series of photographs of torn slipcovers, dusty wood, and rusted metal.
"Nocturne" is all about living a life of want, of lack of comfort. It embodies the sensory experience of living month to month.
It nicely describes my 10-year hiatus at Brannon and Chippewa, home of the infamous bathroom that leaked in the tub and percolated in the toilet-- a particular duet that spawned many dark and dreary recordings.
What does poverty sound like? What does it feel like? Like "Nocturne".