Portishead

In the mid’90s I got myself stuck in this cheap pink hotel in St. Paul, Minnesota, the kind of place that looked like it had been painted by somebody’s aunt during a nervous spell and then left to hum under fluorescent lights forever. I was there for two weeks with nothing to do but wait. 

All I had was a little cassette player and Dummy by Portishead, thank goodness. That tape became the whole room. It came out of those tiny speakers smoky and strange and beautiful, like some ghost lounge singer trapped in a machine, and I played it over and over until the walls seemed to know the songs too. I still think it’s one of the greatest albums ever made. All of Portishead is amazing.

 When 3 came out, I lost my mind. I couldn’t believe how good it was. I tried to get other people to hear what I was hearing, but that’s a hard thing to hand somebody. Portishead is a certain taste. I understand this.☮︎⋆.˚°‧𖦹