ANDY STOCHANSKY - Poetry of Birds (2025)
And it’s as though you’re listening once again to Beautiful Freak by EELS; you can’t break away because initially the imprinting—and yes, with this album we’re back in the field of ethology—calls that to mind. A serene, tranquil, translucent album. Lyrics that feel personal—at least to me—not especially metaphorical, not especially profound. Statements that aspire to become aphorisms; perhaps I’m reading too much into it.
Still, this languid background music makes me reflect: in the past, we’d visit record shops, listen, try things, and leave behind what didn’t appeal to us, but today it’s not that way anymore.
Now you have access to platforms: you listen, and if it doesn’t suit you, you move on to a different album; if you happened to download it, you just remove it. The sense of time, of the “album” as an object, fades away.
The purpose of each new album is reconsidered: no longer a special event, but simply something to retain or ignore. Everything has become—much like this ordinary claim—disposable.
Fleeting, scheduled content, weightless, and not only due to dematerialization, but because so much of what we collect in our conscious lives never becomes lasting memory, and disappears, replaced by whatever fits our next “mood of the moment” more perfectly. And so, maybe, it’s best to fly high (or just escape), perhaps even to stop speaking or writing altogether.