memory is a funny thing, and from last night’s supper i realized it can be a fun thing too. one thing i distinctly remember about animal collective is the first song i ever heard from them a couple of years back. circadian had insisted i give them a listen, and so i did to the first track i could get my hands on, which turned out to be “slippi” from here comes the indian. it was like nothing i had ever heard before, a primal campfire screamfest whose indecipherable yelps expressed such an exuberant joy and stunning energy that proper words could never convey. and this song i now dedicate to tamara, who in her blog with indian love carried out a lovely project generously choosing songs for everyone who volunteered their names.
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