from the vault

i came into the yeah yeah yeah's second album during a time of the coldest winter and the softest night. i used to listen to the entire album while grinding my stones in the lithography studio, and then on the subsequent midnight walk home. the wind was cold and still, the trees dark and sympathetic, and it took my mind away from the burning ache in my arm muscles. my inner self in that period ached with the ache that accompanies the birth of something new, a feeling that i can't quite place but is analogous to the gaps that lie between glass pieces of song lyric.