Francesca Heart - Eurybia - another excellent New Age of New Age release from Leaving Records
EURYBIA is the second solo album by Italian artist Francesca Heart.
The result of a compositional process that began in summer 2020.
The work is the product of a series of intimate imaginary projections and aural engagements with a number of geographical sites scattered across the Italian landscape. Places which have resonated with Francesca during various personal travels and pilgrimages, due to their extramundane and often even mystic significance. The most outstanding / iconic being the cloisters and gardens of San Gregorio Armeno’s monastery in Naples and the Nympheum of Villa Giulia in Rome.
Indeed the whole record seems to bring the listener constantly together with the overwhelming, tender presence of the surrounding environment. Seemingly permeated with a feeling of refreshing musky moistures or textured with soft, wet soil, EURYBIA reminds us of walking barefoot near the lush architecture of some ancient, overflowing fountain or amidst the continuous flows of shallow rivers’ bedrocks informing the album with strong physical, sensory qualities. Myth, senses, and imagination become anchors of artistic and healing expression as well as forms of romantic escapism from an ever complex world.
On the whole, EURYBIA’s seven tracks alternate dense enmeshment of sounds and melodies with sparse, forthright single-instrumental devotional hymns, working as a personal cartography of ephemeral audio monuments to human, transcendental, and mythographic landscapes. Influences connected by means of nuanced ascendance going from classical New Age music and Video Game soundtracks to digital phone ringtones. The fluttering arpeggios used as the main compositional device coalesce together into an experience of relaxing
trance which is yet a glaring, audacious work.
The Frank Carlberg Trio engage in a conversation with the Prestige recordings of Thelonious Monk, the pianist Cory Smythe excavates the heartache and stinging plight of 'Smoke Gets in Your Eyes' by Jerome Kern and Otto Harbach, through an elliptical sax motif, James Brandon Lewis conceives endless fields of airy and mutable blues, and the musician and filmmaker Tujiko Noriko labours in crepuscule. Tracks by Melvin Gibbs, Francesca Heart, Seljuk Rustum, Jordan Reyes, and Lori Goldston also feature in the latest roundup of new music.
Kind of crazy how much you can feel the chemistry between Francesca and John in their first two scenes which is just them being completely silent and barely looking at each other
a collection of some lyrics from unreal unearth that have a particularly intense chokehold on me
And though I burn how could I fall? / When I am lifted by every word you say to me I, Carrion (Icarian)
But feel at home, hearing a music that few still understand/ A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground Butchered Tongue
Let all time slow, let all light go/ I don't need to know where we begin and end/ I'd still know you, not being shown you/ I only need the working of my hands De Selby (Part 2)
One bright morning goes so easy/ Darkness always finds you either way/ It creeps into the corners as the moment fades First Light
I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through/ The feeling came late, I'm still glad I met you Abstract (Psychopomp)
I would not change it each time/ Heaven is not fit to house a love/ Like you and I Francesca
At last, when all of the world is asleep/ You take in the blackness of air/ The likes of a darkness so deep/ That God at the start couldn't bear De Selby (Part 1)
These days I think I owe my life/ To flowers that were left here by my mother/ Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again/ This life lived mostly underground/ Unknowing either sight nor sound/ Til reaching up for sunlight just to be ripped out by the stem First Time
Do you know I could break beneath the weight?/ Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you Unknown / Nth
So someone with your eyes might come in time/ To hold me like water/ Or Christ, hold me like a knife Who We Are
“While archetypes may emanate through us for short periods of time, in what we call numinous experience, no woman can emanate an archetype continuously. Only the archetype itself can withstand such projections such as ever-able, all giving, eternally energetic. We may try to emulate these, but they are ideals, not achievable by humans, and not meant to be. Yet the trap requires that women exhaust themselves trying to achieve these unrealistic levels. To avoid the trap, one has to learn to say 'Halt' and 'Stop the music,' and of course mean it.”
― Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype.
do i watch bridgerton? kinda, not really. but am i frothing at the mouth at every clip i’ve seen from francesca and john stirling? absolutely, yes. (because my god – i want to cry).
Not my fried brain going way too far into the future atm, but [BIG SPOILERS FOR POST-S3 AND PRESUMED FRAN SEASON] you know how Colin is really present in Fran's story especially? The fact we have Fran starting her story in Colin's season makes me think the writers really get that and want to lean into it and we can expect more Colin/Polin in Fran's season, Netflix and writers and acting availability stars all aligning kindly.
And you know what would be so cool? So cute? Polin returning at the beginning of the season from a trip abroad (REGENCY TRAVEL BLOGGER AND ROMCOM WRITER OTP FTW) with baby/toddling Agatha in hand. Because, just imagine a still-in-mourning-black Fran tearing up while holding her little niece for the first time in a while, or perhaps ever, and her family growing concerned and asking if she is alright. Fran might wave it off, might not, but either way, what if THAT moment of holding little Aggie is what sets off the fire in her to finally step out of mourning and seek the future we know she wants?
It would be so sweet, and an amazing way to parallel the motivating role Colin is expected to play later in Fran's love story, towards the end. A way to have him bookend the story from both ends.
There is a commotion in Falzone's base today, one that you've been told not to worry about, even as you see so many men making their way to the parlor. You can't fight the pang of anxiety heavying in your chest, as your eyes search for Nicola among the other Falzone members.
He's last to come down, and you spot him just as he straps the gun in his holster with a stern but relaxed face. This changes drastically once he notices you approaching him, his upper lip curling in a dulcet smile befitted of greeting you.
You know he has to go, and you also know he probably won't be long and you're being silly for worrying when this is all but routine for him at this point. Yet you can't help the whims of your heart, so you silently turn your cheek to him and present it for a good-bye kiss.
Nicola's beautiful clear blue eyes widen where you can see them from the corner of your vision, but he's quite fast to catch on. He chuckles at your adorable act of affection.
"Someone's going to miss me, it seems? Alright then, if you'd allow me."
Nicola's warm breath fans over your cheek for a second before he places a gentle peck on it.
"Something tells me you're worried about me. Don't be, cuore mio. Even if I don't mind you carrying me in your thoughts at all times... rest assured because I'll be back before you know it. And I'll hope to find you right here when I come back too, but this time for a welcome home kiss. How does that sound?"
omg I was JUST thinking of your fic last night and was gonna dig through my bookmarks to find it😭😭 so glad you popped up. just when I thought your fic couldn’t get sweeter I see the sneak peek! tattoos that lineup 😭
tattoos! that! line! up! sorry i’m going to use this ask just to ramble about this tattoo because you’ll never get the backstory in the normal fic:
max gets the tattoo in 2022, just before he wins the 2nd championship. daniel obviously notices the bandages and max just tells him one of the cats scratched him so doesn’t grow suspicious.
daniel finds out after COTA, in the hotel room after the race. he’s feeling quite shit actually, max has just won his second championship and he doesn’t even get to watch it, stuck in a garage a hundred metres down where he knows some people have been counting down the days till he’s gone.
he’s being awful to himself—he knows this, max knows this—but they both know that he can’t help it. anyways, they both argue a bit and daniel doesn’t have the heart to have this conversation again. they’ve had it three times in the last four months, he’ll say he’s not good enough and max will find a way to make it sound like he’s not struggling to score points in every race.
“would you still love me even if i retired?” he asks. it’s a cruel thing to ask max, and he knows the answer, but he still needs to ask.
(max says the right things, but he always says the right things.)
daniel notices the tattoo when he slides his right hand under max’s back to hold his waist, something he’s done a thousand times over. when he was younger, he hated the night, the restlessness between falling asleep and waking up, wasting precious hours to do whatever idea he thought was cool at the time. now, he loves the night. loves the routine they do, loves how still the world goes when the moon shines down from the sky. loves how he gets to hold max like they’ve got all the time in the world.
the bandage is gone and max notices daniel picking up on, so he pulls the cover down to reveal the small 3 tattoo he’s got, tilted on its side, matching the 3 daniel has.
and it’s maybe one of few times daniel’s been rendered speechless, because what do you even say to that? i love you isn’t enough, because it’s more than that. for as long as he’s known max, tattoos has never been an option for him. he keeps staring at it until he realises that max looks nervous, like daniel will tell him he’s gone too far so snaps out of this max induced love haze to kiss him.
max has just won his second championship, daniel watched it a hundred metres down in a garage filled with people that don’t want him, but none of that matters now. he’s holding max and max loves him and whilst it doesn’t solve all his problems, it’s enough for right now. and that’s all that matters.
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truly i need people to ask me the most obscure or random questions they have about glitter on the floor because my brain is a 2gb usb stick and they’ve taken up 1.95gb. thank you anon and i hope you like the fic x