SOUNDTRACK: CÓDIGA DE GUERRA-“Wittgenstein Song” (2013).
Códiga de Guerra is from Hidalgo in Mexico. They have one album out (called Peyote). I am having a devil of a time finding anything out about them. You can stream the album on YouTube and you can even buy it from iTunes, but I can’t get any kind of band home page.
It should be apparent that I’d never heard of them before I saw they had a song called “Wittgenstein” and so here they are.
They sing entirely in Spanish, so I don’t really know what this song is about, but i really like it. Indeed I like the whole album. They have an indie rock feel–buzzy guitars and good melodies. Some of the early songs on the album are even kind of mellow which made me think of R.E.M. for some reason.
“Wittgenstein” is the heaviest song on the album. It opens with some echoed guitars (not unlike Kiss’ “Black Diamond”) but when the other guitars kick in, it is much louder (not heavy heavy, but louder). The chorus gets kind of heavy again, but the song fades out entirely at around two minutes. Then a buzzy bass comes back in and the echoed guitar plays the intro and the song starts again. I heard the word logico in there so it may indeed be all about Wittgenstein.
Check out the song
or the whole album
[READ: October 16, 2013] Wittgenstein’s Mistress p. 1-60
Typically for a group read like this (especially the longer, harder books) I like to be a kind of touchstone–noting significant things that happen and trying to wrap my head around the book by summarizing it, without really speculating wildly about what will happen. Well, Wittgenstein’s Mistress seems to studiously resist that sort of approach. I am not typically a “solve it” kind of reader. I don’t usually try to figure things out ahead of time. If the book is well written, I just like to let it flow over me so I can think about it afterwards.
But this book more or less demands you to try to figure out what is going on right from the get go.
The cover image above shows the opening sentence:
“In the beginning sometimes I left messages in the streets. Somebody is living in the Louvre, certain of the messages would say. Or in the National Gallery.”
followed soon by
“Nobody came , of course. Eventually I stopped leaving the messages.”
Weird, right? And then comes:
“I have no idea how long ago it was when I was doing that. If I was forced to guess, I believe I would guess ten years.”
Whoa. And then the kicker:
“And of course, I was quite out of my mind for a certain period too, back then.” (more…)
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