As usual when it comes to music, I may be a little late to the party on this. That doesn’t mean I haven’t brought my jug of tequila and a whole lot of enthusiasm.
I discovered the new Portishead album (Third) while in the US last month. I listened to it while driving the length of Cape Cod. It took some getting used to. It carried me on a journey ever inwards; an uncomfortably intimate journey. It made me twelve years old. It made me want to comfort Beth Gibbons. It made me feel comforted that music could reach that deep inside of me, to see twelve year old me through a prism of all the ages I have been. Every time I listen to it, I find something new to love. I highly recommend it.
I’ll edit this post later to add more detail, but I didn’t think anyone who would read my blog should live another minute without hearing at least one song from the album.
