I’m gonna be brutally honest here. I could only listen to this album once through top to bottom. It’s not because it’s completely un-listenable, although it is challenging to listen to, it’s because it doesn’t want to be listened to again and again. It’s an album that is for writers of music, not listeners of music.
It’s slow and it plods along meandering around itself, paying attention to the nuances that only a songwriter or musician would notice. It’s good, for those in the know. The same way I love “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip”, or any other TV show about TV shows, I get it because that is what I do. I found if you don’t make music, you have a hard time getting this album.
That is another reason I couldn’t get through this album more than once – my job. This week, and sad to say next week, my career is all encompassing, 18 hours a day. When I’m done, I’m exhausted and my mind races; full of schedules and budget concerns, “Lost Channels” is not the album that helps me escape that. In fact it amplifies it, creating a paranoia in me, where I feel in adequate at my job, in my relationship, and in life in general. I don’t need that. This album does not attract me at this time.
When I was at a wedding this week Erik Arnesen was there, playing music for his friends (Bride and Groom), he played perfect banjo, his voice was pitch perfect, it was moving for everyone there. He’s a talented performer, he’s a gifted songwriter, and he knows the craft he’s chosen in life. But “Lost Channels” is just that – lost.
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