#lost positives

Source: Jack Winter. 1994. How I met my wife. New Yorker, July 25.

It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.

I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, [or should that be hevelled?—BES] and she moved in a gainly way.

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.

Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.

So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.

I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated—as if there were something I was great shakes at—and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.

Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.

Silverstein - Lost Positives

Living lies that kept me close to you Lying is letting you go on Lying is letting you go Can you know what’s true? If lying is leaving, truth is just believing

NUOVO VIDEO: “Lost Positives” by Silverstein

I Silverstein hanno pubblicato il video di Lost Positives. dal loro album Dead Reflection. Guardalo qua sotto: (more…)

Silverstein — “Lost Positives“

Can you know what’s true?

If lying is leaving, truth is just believing.

Last night I came around to the truth whispered in my ear.

Last month, Silverstein announced their forthcoming record Dead Reflection and dropped a new music video for “Retrograde”, one of the band’s new songs.

The band just released another cut off the upcoming album. Premiering on Alternative Press, “Lost Positives” is a track that frontman Shane Told says is the one that had the most changes. “… if you listen to the original demo, it’s a completely different song! It went through a lot of fine tuning, and it was the song we worked on the most. It’s also my favorite song on the record for a number of reasons,” he adds.  

Guitarist Paul Marc Rosseau also adds that it was the first song he wrote for the album, and that he had written it with Steve Brodsky of Cave In and Mutoid Man. Listen to “Lost Positives’ below:

Dead Reflection is set for release this coming July 14th through Rise Records. Here’s a behind-the-scenes look at the album:

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