Explosions In The Sky make me do weird shit, make me feel weird shit, make me write weird shit. None of the things I've ever written while listening, or under the influence of listening to Explosions In The Sky have ever made it to publication because they're not for you bros. They're for me bros. Normally what their music instills in me is a personal confidence and a weird sense of wonder about shit that most people overlook while looking forward to nothing. I tend to look forward to shit, and I tend to look back on shit either longingly or regretfully.
Explosions In The Sky give me that weird calm that's half actual calm and half complete fucking fear that I fucked up along the way somewhere. It's never what I intended my life to look like from the outside, but while it's not what I thought, it's better than everyone else's, and I'd fucking bet the farm on that shit. Fuck your life compared to my life.
See? This is why I never share the shit Explosions In The Sky makes me think because it's entirely personal and normally shit that even I wouldn't want to read when reading about music.
But I can tell you this: Explosions In The Sky, and their video for Postcard From 1952, kicked me in my tender, post-vasectomy balls. They managed to capture that shiny swirly shit on the outside of a bubble, the smoke trails off of a freshly extinguished birthday candle, a balloon spitting itself deflated, a flash bulb self destructing, and quite possibly the strangest feeling I've ever felt while watching a video, with the framing of a kid's face while jumping through a motherfucking sprinkler.
It's that innocence I've lost that I seem to reflect on when listening to Explosions In The Sky. I just hope I can prolong that shit in my kids for as long as I can and when I yell at them to grow the fuck up and stop acting like 2 and 4 year olds, I can punch myself in my aforementioned testicles and remind myself that they need to be kids for as long as fucking possible.
What the fuck else is there?