"I’m a little lost Without you That could be an understatement Now I hope I have paid the cost To let a day go on by and not Call on you”
“I like ‘A Little Lost’ because it’s all about kissing. I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.
Arthur’s music is all over the place, but most of it seems to be about embracing darkness (loneliness) and ambiguity (confusion) with the biggest bear hug in the world. Catharsis! He didn’t give a shit about fads or fashion even as he was influenced by popular music, club music, and all that shitty art music at the Kitchen. He kind of cobbled it all together to create his own diverse musical language, He was funny as shit (a wordsmith, a master of the innuendo), but also dead serious (and blunt) about the deepness of his feelings, unafraid to express affection in his songs, without pandering or cliche. Arthur was real as shit. You can’t fake realness.”
“Live, you forget that Montreal singer-songwriter Devon Welsh has a bandmate, producer Matthew Otto, just as you forget you’re surrounded by other people in the room, and that he’s not just reading to you from his diary. Welsh sings serious songs that are sweet but painful, universal but highly specific, and “Bugs Don’t Buzz” exemplifies his approach. The song, featuring Welsh over basic piano notes, is directed at a person he can imagine dying with in “slimy wet darkness,” as he whispers thoughts like: “Bugs don’t buzz when their time approaches/ We’ll be just like the roaches, my love.” When death does approach, we all want a few more minutes, and the end can be horrible, loud, and messy. Welsh knows this, it seems, and he shifts the opening notion that “the cheesiest songs all end with a smile/ this won’t end with a smile” to “the happiest songs all end with a smile/ this might end with a smile.” While death is inevitable, finding someone to wait it out with you isn’t; that he has someone in mind makes “Bugs Don’t Buzz” deeply optimistic.”—Brandon Stosuy, about Majical Cloudz’s Bug Don’t Buzz
Por dez anos, ele foi absolutamente fiel. Não transou, não beijou nem flertou com nenhuma outra mulher. Nos últimos meses, a retidão começou a pesar em seus ombros. Anda por aí olhando bundas com a voracidade de um remador das galés, deu pra implicar com pequenos atrasos da esposa e pra discordar de seus comentários durante o jornal.
Já ela, nesses dez anos, não foi absolutamente fiel. Transou com um colega de trabalho e com um ex-namorado de adolescência, que encontrou por acaso em Salvador. Nada sério, só desejo: ela tem certeza absoluta de estar ao lado do homem que ama e jamais cogitou trocá-lo por alguém.
Agora, ele chega na sala, senta ao lado dela, olha pra parede e diz que precisam conversar.