Timothy Dick - Florence

(stolen post from here.)

Timothy Dick - Florence (the last song on my lastest Vulcanized mix).

This seems to be the kind of song you write only when you trap yourself into it. If you locked yourself away in the basement of a church, in a disadvantaged part of town, like going underground to find the roots of the great dark trees that grow above the buildings, if you did that and sat at the organ, repeating yourself, recording the beat of your heart, steady like an old man’s faith, and murmured your findings to yourself over and over, and all along you picked out chords on a dusty and abandoned organ, and sang like no-one was listening, not putting out your voice aimlessly, but sending it out attached to words like flying a kite amid raindrops, and if at the end of all this, you picked out the best nine minutes, where you had forgotten the recorder and the sound of your own voice, and had gotten as close as possible to whatever face lay behind the words and music you had written, you would have this song.

David Stith recommended this music to me with the words “it blooms like a wet newspaper” which is absolutely right, but it doesn’t give you the idea of the scale this song blossoms on - like a human, like a family, like a living thing, damp and breathing. It’s genuinely breathtaking. I recommend you go here and download the other three songs by Timothy Dick - every one a dark little light.