The Wolves of Eternity by Karl Ove Knausgaard EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Karl Ove Knausgaard
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I’ ve just been listening to the Status Quo album Rockin’ All Over the
World. I’m still shaking. I played it non-stop when it first came out.
That was in 1977, and I was eleven years old. I hadn’t listened to it since.
Not until now, when, sitting bored in the office, I began wandering along
some pathways back into the past, a band that reminded me of another
band, and then another, on the screen in front of me. The cover alone sent a
tingle down my spine. The image of the world, shining in the darkest
firmament, the band name in electric lettering and the album title
underneath in computer script – wow! But it didn’t really knock me out
until I pressed play and started listening.
I remembered all the songs, it was
as if the melodies and riffs hidden in my subconscious came welling up to
reconnect with their origins, their parents, those old Status Quo songs to
which they belonged. But it wasn’t only that. With them came shoals of
memories, a teeming swathe of tastes, smells, visions, occurrences, moods,
atmospheres, whatever. My emotions couldn’t handle so much information
all at once, the only thing I could do was sit there trembling for threequarters of an hour as the album played.
I had it on cassette – no one I knew owned a record player back then,
apart from my sister, who only ever listened to classical and jazz anyway –
and I played it all the time on the black cassette player I’d got for Christmas
the year before. It ran on batteries and I used to take it outside with me
nearly everywhere I went. Invariably, I sang along too. How brilliant to hear
the album again now!
Status Quo, Slade, Mud, Gary Glitter, they were the bands we listened
to. Those a bit older than us added in Rory Gallagher, Thin Lizzy, Queen
and Rainbow. Then everything upended, at least it did for me, and all of a
sudden it was Sham 69, the Clash, the Police, the Specials, nothing else
would do. But they’re bands I’ve kept listening to, on and off. That’s never
been the case with Status Quo. That’s why it hit me the way it did, like an
explosion. And it’s why suddenly I cried when I heard the chorus of the title
song.
It wasn’t as if there was much good happening that year, 1977, certainly
not in my own life, it was more the feeling that something was happening,
and not least that something existed.
That I existed. And that I was there.
In my room, for example.
Yes, the smell of the electric heater.
The music on the cassette player.
Not too loud, because Dad was home, but loud enough for the feelings to
pervade me.
The snow outside. The smell of it when it was wet, as much rain as
snow.
An ai laik it ai laik it ai laik ai laik it ai la la la la laik it la la la laik it.
Hilde, opening the door.
‘There’s a girl hanging around outside. Do you know her?’
I stepped over to the living-room window.
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