If you're like me in enjoying a degree of mystery in your musical lyrics -- some interpretive wiggle-room in which you can freely fit your mood swings and transitory preoccupations -- make sure not to read this Quietus review of Laetitia Sadier's excellent solo album, The Trip.
Even more so, do everything you can to avoid this NPR story on The xx, which reveals aspects of their songwriting process that I've been trying to forget.
If I had it to do over again, I would not have read those, as blameless and even interesting as they are. I would just have gone on listening.
As John Keats famously wrote:
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -
Unweave a rainbow ...