Monday, 25 June 2012

Waxing The Aughts (Poetically)… droned remembers Alaska by Miracle Mile

One of the occasional joys of googling oneself (come on, we all do it) is to find the occasional missive, not by a journalist, but by a fan.
Have a read of this post from
The "young boy and girl kissing" on the cover by the way is Marcus and his Mum. He didn't know he was on the cover until we opened the first box of CDs...
A reminder that you can get the new remaster of 'Alaska' as a studio master quality download here at Linn.

Miracle Mile – Alaska [2003]
I am an old geezer compared to most here, I would assume. Christmas Eve, 2002, drinking with a girl who could actually stand me for more than a few seconds. Waxing poetically about life, love and the pursuit of accidents gone before us… this girl had astonishingly been with me for a little over 2 years and I was consumed by her. Everything, the look, the voice, the smell… the taste. Addicted completely. Little did I know that one week later… she would, uh, how can I put this…?…disable the dreamer, the one thing she loved in me the most… the dreamer in me, he was gone. In the blink of an eye, just like that.
Fast forward, blurringly 24 hours later. Walking into a record shop in a daze, my one place of solace. New Years Day, 2003… new releases!!!! Could there be something, someone else’s words, that might be able to help? I find an album by a band called “Miracle Mile”, the album “Alaska”. The album cover of someone spying through tree leaves at a young boy and girl kissing and holding each other. Why would I want to experience their happiness? To know that it just might still exists somewhere? Could “the dreamer” still be inside me?
It’s been almost 7 years of listening to this album. The comfort of an old friend’s voice. Reassuring me to continue the path. I must not give up. Continuing to believe is like breathing, walking, eating…you just do it. Survival…remembering the feeling and how it will all be worth it... to just experience it one more time.
Thanks for indulging me.

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