tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677875373636676100.post571518595728413757..comments2011-11-02T21:11:19.894-04:00deAnn Roenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677875373636676100.post-56029889521864178042011-11-02T15:17:32.435-04:002011-11-02T15:17:32.435-04:00I got turned onto Listener back in January when somebody I interviewed told me about him for Love Subverts: http://lovesubverts.com/2011/01/elephants-birds-and-buffalos-aaron-strumpel-part-2/<br /><br />I agree with Ash above ^<br /><br />I can&#39;t casually listen to Listener because the material is too intense. Both instrumentally and conceptually. It has to be entered into with a sense of entering into pain. This is, unfortunately, what art means to a lot of artis and writers: the necessity of entering into pain. And this pain is a part of the passion that drives us. But it can be that same pain that pulls us away from our work.<br /><br />I&#39;m all for entering into that pain, because most often, it produces the best art.M.joshuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099824164466641189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677875373636676100.post-19386474601713466932011-07-11T13:49:43.920-04:002011-07-11T13:49:43.920-04:00beautiful.<br />really really amazing. it kindof makes me want to cry. &quot;my dreams are ails i point to my true north...&quot; and everything else he says... it makes meremember all the poetry and passion in my own heart. thanks dee. i needed this :)Ash Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999548406354018622noreply@blogger.com