Slow Motion

An excerpt from a now deleted blog post from Juliana on her official site in 2008:

So in the song I’m in a rock club. (“Through the smoke…”) There is a band playing, but there’s also someone speaking to me, at first, and there is the music in my head — the melodies, ideas, daydreams, worries, memories, thoughts — clouding everything around me, always. “Through the smoke I hear a sound.” Through the haze, or the interior music, in my brain. Is the “sound” someone speaking to me, asking me a question? Or is it a melody coming to me from somewhere? Is it the band playing? Is it a memory of a melody from the past? A memory of a person?

And so with all that going on — the self-absorption — what eventually comes out of my mouth (or what I think comes out of my mouth) doesn’t come out very clearly or pointedly or audibly.