Coralline - The Life Without Dreams Remodel
Posted on 16 April 2011
So, as we cross over the painful threshold of a weekday to the weekend, and many of you will no doubt be imbibing copious amounts of barley inspired beverages with various individuals termed as "your mates", we find it interesting to confront you, in the midst of your alcohol-infused moment of rapture, with one of life's hardest questions to answer:
"How would you define someone as being a friend?"
Ah yes, the perennial truth that everyone seeks. Is a true friend someone who would lend you money, buy you beer, hold your hair up with you are vomiting (Editor's note: if you are female and said "friend" is a male that does not count) and console you when your favourite football team is 4-0 down, even though his favourite team is the opposing side?
Is a true friend someone who will tell you when you have a bit of spinach stuck between your teeth, that you sound like a moron when you laugh, or (better still) let you know when naked pictures of you passed out and drunk are being circulated on Facebook? (whether or not he is responsible for the pictures being up in the first place is irrelevant in this hypothetical scenario).
In the context of a band, this question becomes even more loaded. Is he a friend because he digs my music? Is he a friend if he comes for my gigs (the fact that his band is also on the bill is, again, for purposes of discussion, irelevant). Is he a friend because he thanked me in the liner notes of his CD album?
As you'd probably guessed by now, we don't have many friends. But we are thankful for the small number who are our friends. And those of you who are part of the Inner Circle would have by now experienced our gratitude and love for being our friend.
Remember, if your last fleeting vision before passing us is of one of us forcing alcohol down your throat, insisting that you "spend the night" in a dodgy hotel, that is a sign of our love for you. It is remarkable we don't have more friends.
"And how would you know who are your friends?" you may ask.
"Ah" we say, "An attempt on your part at sarcasm eh?"
The truth of the answer is - we don't know. But we often can tell, more often than not, when someone is NOT a friend. So much so that when you sieve through the rubble and spot a diamond (ok wrong use of analogy here), you tend to know, instantly. It's like discovering the difference between sparkling grape juice and champagne. It's like comparing Pepsi with Coke. It's like knowing the difference between Tiger Beer and Chimay before passing out.
And through the turmoil and pain of releasing an album and trying to find ways to get the album heard, notwithstanding alleged "friends" who promise you the world and fail to deliver, we have come to terms with the fact that true friends that understand the music (thereby uderstanding us), are the diamonds that tumble through the rubble and hit the floor.
And when that understanding comes with the effort to further extrapolate our efforts into their own, to infuse our pain into theirs, such that they perform the other part of the symphony in harmony with ours in one perfect motion, the movement is complete, the effect is magical, the feelings are more than fleeting, and the relationship is cemented on a level that far exceeds any shallow PR message of promise and hope.
Because, in our world, there is no hope. All effort is futile. There can be no material rewards. But the pain can be shared. And beauty can be temporal or permanent, depending on how you will it to be. And it is in this context that we celebrate friendship on a musical level.
It is on this note that we are happy to share with you a remodel of Coralline by our friends LIfe Without Dreams. You can downnload the full single bundle (with accompanying artwork and written introduction) here:
Life Without Dreams' Facebook page is here
Please listen, download, and spread the love.
With everlasting love