Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
I'm not sure if I've noticed it before, but I think I put on Giant Steps during times of stress, meaning every finals week. I don't do it deliberately, it just happens. This is fortunate, since listening to it makes me feel very good.
One more paper to go.
Maybe part of why 69 Love Songs works so well, despite what one could easily take to be insincerity, or gaps in its seemingly exhaustive catalog of love and love songs, is that when the songs you like hit you, and when you recognize its relative albeit limited voluminousness, the illusion of its capturing (mirroring, complementing, glossing, idealizing, pick your favorite) love is effectively maintained.
I can't tell if the opening notes to "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" just sound like the song's going to go on forever, or if it's my knowledge of the song being transferred onto what I hear.
It seems I can never escape this question, "is it intrinsic or due to my past experiences?" And I think that's the way it ought to be.
Hmph... Ally should at least have a shot with the Dismemberment Plan, that 80sest of 90s indie darlings, not just because of their spiritual kinship with pop and post-punk but because I sent her a copy of Emergency & I! Oh well.
Even at the noisiest, most freaked-out parts of Interstellar Space Revisited, it sounds like they have a plan: things are directed, somehow. That sets it audibly apart from say a Sonic Youth noise freakout, or something (which I suspect many might be tempted to compare it to).