I'm listening to one that does that for me. It's referenced in the title here. It's called "The Dead Flag Blues," by Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
Godspeed and I go back about four or five years. I can't remember where I heard them first, honestly. I do know that initially, much like now, I found the name of the group obnoxious, which apparently was a trend of theirs, with their associated bands A Silver Mt Zion (which has even stupider previous names) and HṚṢṬA (yes with the dots),Set Fire to Flames, and Fly Pan Am. Regardless, these groups have grown on me, and I find them to be some of the most poignant music I can listen to now. It's so haunting and full of emotion. I made a Pandora station if you'd like to hear what I listen to when I need to escape. It's here for your enjoyment. Because Pandora keeps trying to force other irrelevant music on me, there is some other stuff that comes up, but most of it is pure postrock pleasure.
So far living alone has been difficult. I'm lonely, but I find myself not wanting to remedy that at all. I sleep on the floor, on a thin bedroll, and have sheets I kind of use, as well as a pillow. I told myself that I'd buy a bed when I closed my first case. I just did a will for a friend, but I don't think that counts.
I think this is going to be one of those ones where I cut off for no reason suddenly. Don't feel like writing anymore. I'll try again tomorrow.
