Gwely Mernans = “deathbed.” (Source: Cornish Language Partnership)
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@zxcasf
So this is pretty roundabout but trust me when I say this story does link back to this song an OP's comment. There's also a TL;DR
About 5 years back I went in to have my gallbladder removed, which I was assured would be a routine operation with extremely minimal risk especially given that I was 19 and in great physical condition aside from the blockage in my bile duct and the blood condition that I have that usually isn't that bad.
So while I was a bit concerned I went under and got the op done, It'd been a few days since I'd had solid food and they tell me that once they can confirm the success of the op that I can move back to semi solid food. What I was eating at that point was jelly and a soup comprised of a single stock cube in water that inexplicably made me vomit when ever it got anywhere near me. Then they told me I'd have to start fasting for another op as the stent in my bile duct wasn't wide enough and my blood was still poisoning me.
Another op passes and again I'm moved to semi solids and eat one single serving of strawberry jelly, it tasted fucking beautiful, like better than it had any real right to. After a few hours I threw up, and it was just fucking completely red, I recall being in such disbelief that I suggested to the nurse that it was just the food colouring from the jelly. She, being someone who isn't in shock replied matter of factly that I had internal bleeding, and that I was to start fasting for another operation.
It was night and the next time the doctors could operate on me was in two days time. I recall the first night of waiting was more boring than anything else, though I did start to feel hot, and much less faith in the surgical team than I had previously. I slept through the day on heavy painkillers, and then the nightmare began.
The night before my third surgery was uncomfortable and frightening, but a very calm fear if that makes any sense. I was so exhausted physically and emotionally that I wasn't able to be as afraid as I knew at the time I should have been. I laid there thinking of the story about how my great grand mother was killed by repeated kidney flushing because the doctors in Australia weren't familiar with our blood condition and simply fell back on the idea that doing something was better than doing nothing. The night was so uneventful and quiet, that I simply ran out of excuses to talk to the nurses after about two hours and just laid back listening to my heartbeat. The rhythm was unexpectedly fast and was beating with such force that I could feel my body pulsating to the beat, I felt extremely hot and feverish and my ability to focus on things started to drift, and I remember having a sensation as if I was thirsty but to which I knew if I drank something it wouldn't sate the feeling.
The part that made me type all of this was that I had no idea of the title of this song meant Death Bed, but at the time I actually thought about how similar the beat of the drums was to my suffering body and there were even several times I couldn't get it out of my head. It still reminds me of the experience to this day and I'm kind of amazed to find out that was probably the exact feeling Aphex Twin was going for.
TL;DR The beat and general feeling of this song reminds me of the time my body was failing and that's really cool in a morbid way.
@Robben911back
Imagine you went into an elevator... Then the elevator just keeps going down and it never stops. And this song starts playing. You have no idea where you are headed... You just hear this song and the elevator working
@PliebertGex
O_0
@ainlonnroth1920
I was once walking in a severe blizzard in the night city, along the tram tracks, listening to this in very good headphones. Everything seemed and felt like a surreal film.
@SimonGrowl
Toivo Jakjoho That is it. It is walking in a savage, extremely heavy blizzard feeling yourself dying.
@SimonGrowl
Toivo Jakjoho That is it. It is walking in a savage, extremely heavy blizzard feeling yourself dying.
@thomasgangsta
A movie about Belfast during the Troubles era, uses this song while replicating something similar to what you're talking about Toivo
@franciscojosegiordano3684
Do you happen to know the name of that movie?
@thomasgangsta
Francisco José Giordano '71, Literally the name is called '71 because it is about the year 1971 the beginning of the internment policy in Belfast during the Northern Ireland conflict of 1969-2007
@davidvilla2157
This is an example of using music in an non-abstract manner to invoke in the listener the sense of a real place, as opposed some emotion like love or hate. Eno did this with Ambient 4: On Land, when he used sounds of crickets and marshlands to create layered sounds to create a "place" and not so much some musical representation of love or hate or some other emotion.
An analogy would be abstract painting, where an artist will paint "hate" using things not found in nature, as opposed the Mona Lisa, which is a representation of something real.
Most music represents the abstract (emotions, feelings) but what AFX did here, I believe, taking a cue from Eno, was to not create an actual environment using sounds, a place that feels as real as if you would feel if you walked through say a deserted train station in some urban city or an cold, darkened industrial complex (my images when I listen to this piece).
AFX and Eno definitely explore and expand what "music" is and, or, can be. Not just using sounds as a metaphor for things that cannot be touched (you can't hold some Platonic version of "Justice" in your hands) but using sounds to go the other way and to instill in the listener the feeling of being in a real place.
@kirasussane1556
Amazing explanation 👍