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“@ home” by infinite bisous from the album period.

“I think music is the distraction, more than the other way around. The reason it often comes out when you’re falling in love, or you are mourning some-one or some-thing, is because in these extreme circumstances, we want to distract ourselves. When I am perfectly content, I don’t have the need to make music so much.” –Rory McCarthy

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Because, In A Way, You Can Never Really Go Back Anywhere, I Suppose?

Weird things happen near water. Since I was a kid I’ve enjoyed sitting here with my feet hanging over the water of Cobh bay and watching the ships far out in the distance as they sail off into what’s either horizon or mist or, later on, the simple limitations of my poor vision (I’d picked up a habit of staring into the sun as a kid. I think that fucked it). Hear the rustic bustle of a seaside Irish town whose economy still relies on boats, the coming and going of feet and voices, the white noise of waves. See the sharp shadows of fish underneath, and so much moving water. Time passes by like listening to a song. It’s one of those childhood pleasures that somehow stuck around whilst everything else contorted into the unrecognisable.

Right before the incident in question I was watching the exact same thing, drunk (drunk is childlike, everyone knows this) at age 20, and home from uni for the summer with the same school friends I’ve been drunk and chatting over the water with before and before: Eoin, Eamon, Erin and Erin’s girlfriend from her Uni in England who’s called Elizabeth and who we refer to as that rather than Elly, as she originally introduced herself, because Elly sounds too much like my own name – Emmy, by the way – and because she’s got the sort of posh accent that’s so cutglass it sounds like it would ring in the air the way your ears do after a loud noise, the sort of accent that could only pour out of an Elizabeth.

We were drinking beer and throwing the bottles as far as we could over the water when we finished (We’re terrible people: we’ve learned, with time, to accept this). I was phasing through drunk thoughts (boys and my car and regretting my degree choice and the TV show Hey Arnold!) and Erin was broadly announcing hers out loud (something about the Titanic and how much it defined Cobh by being the last place it left from and her vague drunk thoughts regarding this) when our attention was brought to the strange thing happening.

(cont. in The Tide #2)

Rory McCarthy