Saturday, September 8, 2012

No. 635 – Glass Arm Shattering


Performer: Porcupine Tree
Songwriters: Steven Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Colin Edwin, Gavin Harrison
Original Release: Deadwing
Year: 2005
Definitive Version: None

Remember how I said that I might add things to the list late in the game if I found something that undeniably should be on here? This is one of those times.

I recently got Porcupine Tree’s Fear of a Blank Planet, the album that came in between Deadwing and The Incident, in 2007. I can’t recommend it enough. Of the album’s six songs, five would be contenders for the list, assuming I was restarting it now and at least three for sure would make it.

Way Out of Here would be around 900. The song that goes here—635A, if you will—is Anesthetize, the album’s three-part, 17-minute centerpiece, which includes a guitar solo by Alex Lifeson of Rush. It’s entirely possible that that song should be higher, around 500 or so, but I’ll be conservative and put it here. The third song will get its own entry. It might be top 300 when it’s all said and done.

Anyway, as far as this song goes, by May 2011 when my newfound love of Porcupine Tree was in full bloom, I was getting pretty frustrated with my hearing problems. I had been to two ENTs and made something like eight doctors-office visits in the past two months. I’m not one to go to the doctor if I have a cough, so I was embarrassed that it appeared as though I were.

I followed my second ENT’s instructions to the letter. As soon as he took ear surgery off the table, I was on board. He believed GERD was behind my ear problems, which Laurie’s aunt, a former nurse, agreed was a possibility. So I took a nasal spray, an acid-reducer and cut out spicy food. Nothing.

Around this time, Laurie and I learned that Chicago’s main reggae bar, The Wild Hare, was closing at the end of the month. Laurie had been, years earlier; I had never been. She said it was a pretty cool dive that had great music. We had talked for a long time about going, but, you know how it is. We always figured we’d have more time. Well, it was now or never.

It was fairly crowded but not wall to wall when we arrived on the warm mid-May Friday night, and the music was thumping. But it wasn’t what I was expecting in that it didn’t appear to be divey at all. It actually looked fairly modern. Laurie said the owners, who were closing to move to Ethiopia (?!) had done a lot of work to the place since she had been there. The music sounded good, although it definitely would be a monaural experience for me.

As far as I was concerned, there was only one way to handle this: a mai tai. There’s nothing like a rum-based fruity drink to make you feel like yer down in de islands, mon. I had the bartender make it Vegas style—with a splash of 151 (the proof) rum on top.

Laurie and I danced for a while on the main floor, got a second round of mai tais with extra love and moved upstairs where it was less crowded. In fact, we were able to get seating in the front of the balcony where we had a great view of the stage.

I don’t know whether it was the music or the high-test drinks, but I’ll never forget sitting there, enjoying the music as much as I could with one good ear, when I felt a soft pop in my right ear … and suddenly the music was in stereo.

I didn’t say anything at first, but unlike previous times when I would bend over so I could hear out of that ear, my right ear didn’t immediately close up again. I turned to Laurie: My ear just opened up. She gave me a huge hug.

We stayed until closing time, and we weren’t alone. We hadn’t hung out in Wrigleyville for a long time—that’s a younger person’s scene—and I hadn’t missed the crowds. The sidewalks were overflowing into the street as a result of all the other bars on Clark closed at the same time. But unlike other times, it didn’t feel oppressive and intimidating.

Instead, I felt wide awake and alive for the first time in two months—almost euphoric. It was a great feeling.

And with that, the first year of this endeavor comes to a close. Thanks for reading.

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