We All Inherit The Moon: When We Finally Fall Asleep (Part II & III)

Lately, I’ve been in a post-rock mood.  It may have something to do with my night-time music escapades and the fact that post rock (particularly ambient/experimental and string-laden music) really helps me fall into the good kind of sleep.  Yes, the good kind.  All explanations aside, We All Inherit The Moon is a post-rock band hailing from California.  They’re everything I’ve just described to be soundtrack and mood-affirming music: experimental, string-laden, instrumental.  There’s just something to be said about a good instrumental group.  Words are poetic and can invoke powerful imagery, but sometimes the music itself is brilliant enough to develop an entire scene.  If you’re interested in more of their work, check out their page and download the entire album for free.

The scene is something out of an adventure novel set on a midsummer’s night, nothing like Shakespeare’s fantastic imagination.  No, simpler.  A crackling bonfire is surrounded by companions with exhausted faces and determined eyes.  Flecks and specks of glowing dust rises skyward, towards the stars.  You’re all covered in dirt, all tired, lost and ready to call it a day.  Except, you all know you aren’t, not quite.  There’s no such thing as lost — just not quite found.  To kill time, you count the stars, starting from the centre of Orion’s Belt. You look at the sky and wonder if you can change the stars.  A floating fleck of ember adds a transient fourth star to Orion’s Belt.  It makes you think: For a moment, if only for a moment, anyone can change the stars.


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