So I'm working, and I've been working...it's a bit of a crunch time. Musically I've been hitting the high energy stuff, but now the sun has gone down, it's dark outside the window, and I was struck that this is a bit like a college deadline, so I reached for Chicane's 'Far From The Maddening Crowds', an old go-to on late nights at Warwick...only to see that it came out in 1997.
I still have this overwhelmingly strong association with that album; the illusion of a world, a city beyond my darkened window, active but muted, many lights moving in the night unseen, a world in progress, don't you worry, you in your tiny room in the quiet, this isn't everything. Beyond this solitude is a world of movement and life.
Our...well, I don't want to generalize. My perception of time is so bizarre. Straight out of nowhere comes Chicane, and the last time I reached for that album for a deadline charge was 2002, and there's no time involved within me, but 14 years on the outside.
All that time and I carry that, as I know a bunch of people carry personal associations with music, but...I've been spending a lot of time researching the engineering of the past, even reading articles written by engineers doing similar projects on the same buildings I am working on now, only 110 years ago.
Here I am hopping and skipping through history, slipping into the shoes of engineers from the 1870s, 1900s, 1920s, the 1930s...pulling up their drawings and their articles and folding it all together, trying to understand, only to be tripped up by the simultaneous distance/closeness of my own history.