She was listening to Don't Worry Baby while her parents were having an argument and a colossal thunderstorm was taking place outside. True story.
12 April 2018
Claire’s early music is something so visceral, so completely mindblowing— listening to it is an exorcism of sorts. She takes out you innards with her voice; she banishes the demons. You feel that your foil, this imperfect body, is utterly arbitrary. You can leave it, right here and right now; other worlds await you. You want to see them, you want to see them now.
I don’t know what it is, WHY it is; I don’t know why even the thought of Fifteen Minutes To sends shivers down my spine, why it never, ever, fails to make me cry as if I am crying for the first and the last time. I don’t know. And I suspect Claire didn’t know any of it either. She was a conduit for the mystery, sitting in her dark room in Montreal at fifteen minutes to midnight (or was it 4.45 am?), receiving celestial harmonies, discovering the chord progressions of the otherworld, letting the melancholy, the utter madness of being in the world take auditory form... She sat back. Fifteen Minutes To was complete.
She forgot about it for several years. Other things were happening, big and glorious things. And then something reminded her: a voice whispering in the darkness. The voice whispered in her ear that it would not go away until the song was no longer a secret.
And so, she shared it with the world.
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Aurora -- I Went Too Far
It's very helpful to see someone my age having things so together but in such a vulnerable way. Honestly, who last wrote a lyric as vulnerable as 'I went too far and kissed the ground beneath your feet'?
I actually get a weird angry feeling when I watch the first minute of this video, because the audience laughs at something that really cannot be laughed at. I don't know, maybe the "bag of something that's not so sad" just makes all too much sense to me.
That's one of my pet peeves: when people laugh at things that are profound, or even sacred. I think sense of humour is actually a really interesting way of telling if you and someone else have similar souls. If you laugh and cry at the same things, then you're probably compatible. I don't think I'd be very compatible with the people who laughed.
When she starts singing, I feel as though her greatest merit (apart from that colossal voice) is that she seems to be terrified of something greater than her, while simultaneously being in control of it. I always hark back on that in this blog, like I did here for example (although it's not explicitly stated). I guess I just like the idea that creativity is about being at the mercy of exterior energies. Being completely out of control in a controlled way.
Anyway, enough ramblings -- listen!