Schlagwort-Archive: Rooms Of The House

An Anecdote to – The Rooms of the House by La Dispute












In the beginning it was hard to relate to the record for me. It’s different, somehow catchy but on the other hand not, so many lyrics – so different even when it comes to the art work…. however after some weeks I listened, and am still listening, constantly to it and really fell in love.
In my opinion an interpretation to a record is true, no matter if it really is the thing the writer intended to say. As long as the interpretation and the feelings are true to you, it becomes true for the song.

This is going to be my interpretation – my toughts – my little anecdote to Rooms of the House.

As the album clearly is about rooms in a house and the everyday smells, siBildtuations and events I quickly imagined rooms, spaces – somewhere you’re making decisions – when listening to some songs. The album conveys to me a very personl experience.

Last year I moved to a place near university, a lot of kilometers from home. I lived in a shared flat in a quiet big room, but my roommates were constantly away or just not relateable. Since I moved there by train I coudln’t take a lot with me – so the room was and stayed very empty. As I didn’t like my classes and didn’t have a lot of friends, I spend a lot of time in there, overthinking about anything. I refused to buy food or go out and …obviously it wasn’t a very good time for me.
Somehow, I think I started to fill the room with my loneliness, I soon coulnd’t sleep there anymore – horrible nightmares and daydreams were haunting me. I still remember fantasizing about adopting a cat, a dog or buying interior, just anything to feel warm and welcome.
I missed a furnished room, some nice lights, dust, a comfy chair, the smell of books, the sound of my records.

What I in general get from the sound of Rooms of the house is a mood and images of rooms furnished with smelling coffee, a kitchen, old books and pictures on the walls, some light gleaming through the window lighting the dust which sets on the couch. All the sourrounding everyday things which were missing. Every necessary memory to be able start, to create something new. Everything was blank, no smells, no talks, no soul– nothing.

Clearly I moved from that place. I coudn’t live like that again. The place you sleep, work, read, cook and live in, is something very important.

It does matter how you arrange the furniture, how it smells, who lived there, Bildwho is going to live there and where your books, pictures and records are.


The new La Dispute record clearly draws a lot of pictures and feelings inside of me – how do your’s look like ?



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