One of my favorite songs of all time might be I Can Feel A Hot One by Manchester Orchestra. It gets me every time, gets me so terribly sad. It’s a very beautiful love song about someone who has died.
The blood was dry, it was sober
The feeling of audible cracks
And I could tell it was over
From the curtains that hung from your neck
When I was in Buenos Aires (it must have been in 2005/2006), I made it to the weekly gathering of the Madres on the Plaza de Mayo. It’s a very sad event in which a group of mothers whose sons and daughters mysteriously ‘disappeared’ in the Dirty War (presumably the young men and women were seized by the Military, tortured and murdered) get together and walk in slow circles on one of the capital’s most important squares.
So I prayed for what I thought were angels
Ended up being ambulances
And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter
She was crying inside your stomach
And I felt love again
I also managed to have a nice long walk in the cemetery of Recoleta one or two days later. It’s very different from many cemeteries I’ve been in, as it’s very imposing and has beautiful statues on top of the mausoleums. Maybe because of the mood that Thursday on the Plaza de Mayo, maybe because I used a black and white roll of film, or maybe simply because both situations were related to death, I couldn’t help thinking of how well the photos would fit together as a series, with this song as a musical backdrop.