Pigface's album Fook is the soundtrack to the loneliest period of my life. I say this not to elicit any emotional response empathetic or otherwise from you, dear reader. It is merely a statement of fact. Hearing its tracks some two decades later instills a powerful sense of sentimentality, that sepia tone that memory often accords with time. Warm, comforting. Contrary to what you might think, I feel tremendous joy when one of the tracks comes up on my MP3 player during my commute1.
This morning, "Alles ist Mein" came on and I was transported back in time. The link between the music and memory is so powerful. I was sitting on the floor at the foot of my bed, playing Mortal Kombat 2, using Sub-Zero2, Pigface blaring on the stereo behind me. I remember the smell of the room, the quality of the darkness - and here I say darkness not out of any sense of melodrama, but only to set the scene as I would often play at night with the lights out. The suburban darkness has a quality to it, a stillness all its own.
1 - Interesting fact: I have all of my music on random shuffle always. I often enjoy the little serendipities that occur. It's interesting to me, jerk.
2 - Though my favorite character to play was Scorpion.
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