Since the release of Her Space Holiday's first EP, the band has released six full length albums, several singles and EP's, and a remix album. He has toured with the likes of Bright Eyes, The Faint, Pinback, Bob Mould, The American Analog Set and others. He has also remixed songs from REM, Duster, The Faint, The American Analog Set and others.
Initially, Bianchi was not interested in releasing Her Space Holiday's first works, as he was focused on launching the bands associated with his new (now defunct) record label Audio Information Phenomena. However, after being approached by Chocolate River Industries to record a 12" EP, Her Space Holiday became Bianchi's full time project.
It has been a slow build from the get go. Until the release of 2003's "The Young Machines" (Mush/Wichita, V2/And Records) which reached #2 on CMJ's top 200, garnered critical success in the music industry, even the 2004 Polish idol winner Monika Brodka covered HSH's "My Girlriend's Boyfriend" earning her the Polish equivalent to a grammy for "debut single of the year". All of this has greatly expanded the HSH profile. So what now?
PRESENT(S):
There has been a lot of changes both personally and professionally for Marc. After living in Austin, Texas for nearly three years, he decided to move back to California. He packed his bags and settled in to a little house in the middle of nowhere in Northern California. And began recording tracks for his latest effort "The Past Presents The Future". In extreme isolation and creative re-evaluation, the content of the Her Space Holiday sound and meaning became much broader than on his previous works. Though some of the "staple" Her Space Holiday elements remain present, (minimal guitars, string arrangements, and simple beats) the lyrics have morphed from short sided, one person perspectives, into short stories starring characters and imagery that we all can find in our daily lives. In the end, leaving the listener feeling like they have experienced a collection of parables rather than a stack of confessions. Desperation has been replaced by hope, and denial with responsibility. The songs on the past presents the future are not any less personal then those on the previous Her Space Holiday albums. But the difference this time around, is rather then feeling like you are looking into the life of one songwriter, you walk away with a sense of getting a deeper glimpse into the world around you.
Ever conscious of the visual representation of Her Space Holiday, Marc has teamed up once again with long time friend, and The Young Machines designer Hanni El Khatib. Whose design credits include (contributions to neomu: by Deanne Cheuk, Faesthetic, Freedom Book, T-Shirt designs for Huf, Influx Magazine, Amnesty International, Nike, Tom Clancy, EA Games, as well as running his own T-shirt design label called 06.08).
While awaiting the release of The Past Presents The Future, Marc has also been hard at work doing remixes for Bright Eyes, Boom Bip, Kid 606, American Analog Set, and Idiot Pilot. With many more to come before the end of this year.
THE FUTURE:
There are so many projects on the table for Her Space Holiday and Marc Bianchi right now, that sleep doesn't really seem to be an option. Besides the upcoming 6 month world tour that is in the works to promote "The Past Presents The Future", and a pile of remix offers, Marc and long time friend/collaborator Hanni El Khatib will also be launching a new record label and production team under the title "Money Fight". The label philosophy behind Money Fight is rather unique. To not make money. Only releasing white label 12"'s that feature musical collaborations between Her Space Holiday and Street Price (Hanni's project). The records will not be available in stores, they will be handed out strictly to DJ's in major markets, as well as sold at Her Space Holiday/Street Price shows for wholesale. It's making music for the sake of people hearing it. Pure and simple. The production side of Money Fight will consist of hanni and marc lending their vastly different musical styles to other artists in the form of remixes and album production. The two of them will also be collaborating on a design/short story book that is slated for release in the summer of 06.
So in a sense, the release of "The Past Presents The Future" signifies more than just a new album for Her Space Holiday. Its a jump off for the next chapter. A bench mark for the acknowledgment of what once was, and what will soon be.
From the bedroom to the boardroom.
The Telescope
Her Space Holiday Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
With his books and his records and his telescope
With all the doors locked
Days piled upon each other one by tedious one
Until the pressure finally created a diamond like thought
And he was instantly sad
Ive read every book,
Ive heard every song,
And i am empty.
In defeat he slumped forward with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
Just then his lungs began to expand,
He blinked rapidly,
Alternating his eyes between squinting
And making his eyes as wide as saucers
He cried out, of course
With all the hours spent looking up
It never crossed his mind to veer straight ahead.
He spent days upon days taking it all in
He say children grow to become men
And men grow to become fools.
He saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, stillness
He watched until he could recite each scene from memory,
Eventually he wrote his own books about what he saw
And he made his own songs about what he thought he had heard
Until almost he himself believed what he was creating to be true
Until lie upon lie piled on top of itself
Until the pressure finally created a pearl-like thought
He spoke to the world,
Ive seen all of your lives
And Ive heard all of your conversations,
And i am hungry.
In frustration,
He dropped to his knees
And began to bang his head against the old wooden door
Of course he cried out
And without hesitation
Ha stood up,
Put on his coat and hat, and turned the knob.
But before hid first step even hit the ground
He was faced with the most unexpected of emotions
One that he could only figure to be
What his favorite books and records refer to as love.
Where are you going? she asked him
I don't know
Me too she smiled
Ill take you there, she extended her tiny hand
And swept him away with her.
They walked until their feet bled
During their journey she told him all the places she had been
And all the people she had met along the way.
A new emotion began to unfold inside of him
One he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking through his telescope
It was the word fear
Why would she choose me? he thought.
I know so little
Not wanting to lose her interest,
He began telling her stories he thought she might be impressed by
But all they did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the enemies
That she knew would surely jump out at them one day
But she still kept her faith in him and they continued walking
What amazing things they saw
They danced in dark caves,
Warmed their faces by the brightest of fires,
And played with brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
But even amidst all that gorgeousness,
Their hands began to slip.
First from palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness.
They stood still,
She faced south, and he faced west.
He called out to her,
I'm leaving now, and i blame you for the state we're in
And through all of our adventures Ive done nothing wrong
And though you've taught me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you hear with nothing.
She looked back and cried out to him,
We drew a map together that you promised you would follow with me.
I too am scared,
Especially after you stole my strength and made it your own.
But i am still reaching for your hand,
Knowing it will fit more perfectly than ever
If you will only reach back to me.
But he didn't reach back, he was vain and confused.
He tried to make a new map, but he didn't know where to put the X anymore.
So he walked in circles,
He lost his rhythm,
He froze by the fire,
And he drowned in the sea,
He made himself what he had feared the most,
Incomplete.
And even though the decision was his, and his alone,
He blamed her for that too.
But the whole time she followed him
Looking for fallen twigs and fresh footprints to see where he was going
But all he left in his path were messages written in the dirt with a broken stick
Scrawled lies of anger and shifted blame,
Until one day he wrote the word help when he needed her most.
But by then she had stopped trying to read his thoughts
And make sense of his misery.
So he headed back to where he started,
Back to his books and his records and his telescope,
Battered and broken,
He finally reached the edge of his street
Only to find her waiting for him.
And upon seeing her soft smile,
He immediately knew what he had done,
He knew what he had lost,
He knew how sorry he was.
For the first time she was real to him.
They sat and spoke about everything they should have
In the beginning of their story
And through all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire life
And that she wasn't waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
No, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her into his house
So she could read his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
Behind the safety of his locked door.
What a fool he thought
I didn't realize that with all this time i spent looking out this window
You were right there looking back at it.
At me, at this, at us.
I already had what you had been traveling these roads searching for.
She crumbled under the weight of hearing her own truth.
And through their honesty,
They were both as strong as they can be
And now under the relief of each note of forgiveness
No thought appeared to them, just a feeling.
And he whispered to her,
Ive seen your efforts,
And i can feel your love for me,
And i am whole.
I still have places to visit and mistakes to make in private
But take my home and make it your own,
Recite lines from my favorite books in the garden,
Hear the songs closest to my life while you sleep in my bed,
And look through me waving at you through my telescope.
He raised his hand and he rested it on her chest,
And he drew an X across her heart.
Of course he thought.
He slowly closed the old wooden door
And he locked it behind him
The song “The Telescope” by Her Space Holiday tells the story of a man who had chosen to isolate himself from the world for too long. He lived alone with his books, records, and telescope, having shut all the doors of the world out. He had become sad and empty, feeling defeated after having seen everything from the safety of his bedroom. However, there was a moment when he realized that he had never thought to look straight ahead, and he discovered that there was so much more to see. As he began to venture out, he experienced fear and uncertainty but also love and beauty. He eventually learned the value of honesty and forgiveness and invited someone into his life who had been waiting for him all along.
The lyrics of “The Telescope” tell a touching and poignant story of the consequences of isolation and the power of vulnerability and connection. The man in the story had missed out on so much because he had chosen to lock himself away. However, as he began to open up and allow the world in, he discovered the beauty of love, friendship, and forgiveness. The story is a metaphorical reminder that while there may be pain and fear in connection, there is also wonder and joy. It is a testament to the importance of taking risks and allowing ourselves to be seen and known.
Line by Line Meaning
He lived alone
He resided in solitude, without companionship
With his books and his records and his telescope
Accompanied by his collection of literature, music, and a device to observe the stars
With all the doors locked
Securing himself inside, isolated from the outside world
Days piled upon each other one by tedious one
Monotonous and uneventful days passed in a repetitive fashion
Until the pressure finally created a diamond-like thought
The accumulation of time and isolation led to a profound realization
And he was instantly sad
As a result, he experienced immediate sadness
I've read every book
He had consumed the content of every available book
I've heard every song
He had listened to every song in existence
And I've seen every star from the safety of my bedroom
He had observed all the stars the world had to offer, but only through the comfort of his own room
And I am empty
Nevertheless, he felt a profound emptiness within himself
In defeat he slumped forward with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
Feeling defeated, he leaned forward, keeping his eyes fixed on the telescope
Just then his lungs began to expand
Suddenly, his breath deepened, as if sensing something new
He blinked rapidly
His eyelids flickered with quick succession
Alternating his eyes between squinting
He shifted his gaze, alternating between narrowed vision
And making his eyes as wide as saucers
And widening his eyes to their maximum extent
He cried out, of course
He exclaimed, expressing understanding or realization
With all the hours spent looking up
Despite countless hours spent observing the sky
It never crossed his mind to veer straight ahead
It had never occurred to him to explore the world beyond what was above him
He spent days upon days taking it all in
He invested significant time in absorbing his surroundings
He saw children grow to become men
He witnessed the transformation of children into adulthood
And men grow to become fools
He observed how adults could make foolish choices and decisions
He saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, stillness
His observations encompassed various aspects of human existence, from positivity to conflict and vulnerability
He watched until he could recite each scene from memory
He observed repeatedly until he could recall each moment by heart
Eventually he wrote his own books about what he saw
In time, he began documenting his own experiences and interpretations through writing
And he made his own songs about what he thought he had heard
He created music inspired by his interpretation of the sounds he believed he had encountered
Until almost he himself believed what he was creating to be true
He became deeply immersed in his creations to the point of almost convincing himself of their validity
Until lie upon lie piled on top of itself
However, falsehoods gradually accumulated and compounded
Until the pressure finally created a pearl-like thought
The culmination of deception led to the formation of a misconception akin to a pearl
He spoke to the world
He addressed humanity as a whole
I've seen all of your lives
Claiming to have witnessed the entirety of people's existence
And I've heard all of your conversations
Asserting to have listened to every exchange among individuals
And I am hungry
Despite his extensive observations, he still yearned for more experiences and understanding
In frustration
Feeling exasperated
He dropped to his knees
He descended, falling onto his knees
And began to bang his head against the old wooden door
He proceeded to strike his forehead repeatedly against the aged door
Of course he cried out
As expected, he exclaimed in distress
And without hesitation
Immediately and without pause
He stood up
He rose to his feet
Put on his coat and hat, and turned the knob
He donned his outerwear, adjusted his hat, and rotated the doorknob
But before his first step even hit the ground
However, before he could even take his initial stride
He was faced with the most unexpected of emotions
He confronted an unforeseen and powerful sentiment
One that he could only figure to be
He could only deduce it to be
What his favorite books and records refer to as love
The emotion commonly depicted and described in his beloved books and music, known as love
Where are you going? she asked him
Curiously, she inquired about his destination
I don't know
He confessed his uncertainty
Me too she smiled
Likewise, she expressed agreement, accompanied by a smile
I'll take you there, she extended her tiny hand
She offered to guide him, presenting her small hand for assistance
And swept him away with her
She carried him off together with her
They walked until their feet bled
They continued their journey on foot until their feet were injured and bleeding
During their journey she told him all the places she had been
Throughout the trip, she shared with him the locations she had previously visited
And all the people she had met along the way
Additionally, she recounted the individuals she had encountered during her travels
A new emotion began to unfold inside of him
Within him, a fresh sentiment started to emerge
One he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking through his telescope
A feeling he believed he had eavesdropped on while observing the world through his telescope
It was the word fear
The emotion he identified as fear
Why would she choose me? he thought
He questioned why she would select him as her companion
I know so little
He acknowledged his own limited knowledge and understanding
Not wanting to lose her interest
Desiring to maintain her attention and fascination
He began telling her stories he thought she might be impressed by
He commenced narrating stories that he believed would leave a positive impression on her
But all they did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the enemies
However, instead of admiration, his stories prompted doubt in her regarding his resilience and capability to confront adversaries
That she knew would surely jump out at them one day
She had foreseen the likelihood of encountering challenges in their future
But she still kept her faith in him and they continued walking
Nonetheless, she maintained her trust in him, and they persisted in their journey together
What amazing things they saw
They beheld extraordinary sights and experiences
They danced in dark caves
They engaged in dancing within obscure caverns
Warmed their faces by the brightest of fires
They basked in the warmth of the most radiant fires
And played with brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
They frolicked in the azure waters of the Spanish sea alongside remarkable children
But even amidst all that gorgeousness
Despite the incredible beauty surrounding them
Their hands began to slip
Their grip on each other's hands began to loosen
First from palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness
Initially, their connection weakened from the palms of their hands, progressed to their fingertips, and eventually ceased to exist
They stood still
They remained motionless
She faced south, and he faced west
She positioned herself to the south, while he faced west
He called out to her
He called her name, attempting to regain her attention
I'm leaving now, and I blame you for the state we're in
He declared his departure while assigning blame to her for their current situation
And through all of our adventures I've done nothing wrong
He asserted that he had not acted wrongly throughout their shared experiences
And though you've taught me how to breathe
Despite her guidance in teaching him essential skills
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you here with nothing
He vowed to depart with the newfound sense of self and abandon her with emptiness
She looked back and cried out to him
Glancing in his direction, she called out to him emotionally
We drew a map together that you promised you would follow with me
She reminded him of their shared endeavor to create a path they had agreed to navigate together
I too am scared
She admitted her own fear
Especially after you stole my strength and made it your own
Particularly due to his appropriation of her resilience as if it were his own
But I am still reaching for your hand
Despite everything, she continued to extend her hand toward him
Knowing it will fit more perfectly than ever
Confident that their hands would fit together more harmoniously than ever before
If you will only reach back to me
If he would only reciprocate and reach out to her as well
But he didn't reach back, he was vain and confused
However, he did not respond; he was consumed by vanity and perplexity
He tried to make a new map, but he didn't know where to put the X anymore
He attempted to create a fresh plan, but he was uncertain of where to mark the destination
So he walked in circles
Consequently, he wandered aimlessly in circular paths
He lost his rhythm
He forfeited his sense of flow and coherence
He froze by the fire
He became immobile near the warmth of the fire
And he drowned in the sea
Metaphorically, he succumbed to overwhelming emotions, analogous to drowning
He made himself what he had feared the most
He unwittingly transformed into the very thing he had dreaded
Incomplete
He became a person lacking wholeness or fulfillment
And even though the decision was his, and his alone
Despite the fact that he had made the decision entirely by himself
He blamed her for that too
He assigned blame to her for his own choices and inadequacies
But the whole time she followed him
Throughout his misguided journey, she remained by his side
Looking for fallen twigs and fresh footprints to see where he was going
She searched for evidence of his path, examining fallen twigs and recent foot impressions to determine his destination
But all he left in his path were messages written in the dirt with a broken stick
However, he left only scattered messages etched in the dirt using a broken stick
Scrawled lies of anger and shifted blame
He inscribed falsehoods fueled by anger and attributed blame to others
Until one day he wrote the word help when he needed her most
Eventually, he wrote the plea for assistance when he found himself in dire need
But by then she had stopped trying to read his thoughts
However, at that point, she had ceased attempting to decipher his innermost thinking
And make sense of his misery
And comprehend the profound sadness he experienced
So he headed back to where he started
Consequently, he retraced his steps to the place from which he initially embarked
Back to his books and his records and his telescope
Returning to his familiar possessions of literature, music, and his telescope
Battered and broken
Weary and damaged
He finally reached the edge of his street
Ultimately, he arrived at the end of his residential road
Only to find her waiting for him
To his surprise, she awaited him there
And upon seeing her soft smile
Seeing her gentle smile
He immediately knew what he had done
He instantaneously comprehended the magnitude of his actions
He knew what he had lost
He realized the loss he had incurred
He knew how sorry he was
He recognized the depth of his remorse
For the first time she was real to him
At that moment, she became truly tangible and significant in his perception
They sat and spoke about everything they should have
They sat together and engaged in a conversation covering all the topics they ought to have discussed before
In the beginning of their story
At the start of their journey together
And through all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire life
Amidst the tears, he discovered that she had been traversing the world her entire existence
And that she wasn't waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
Furthermore, he came to realize that she wasn't anticipating his company in exploring the world
No, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her into his house
Instead, she was patiently waiting for him to invite her into his abode
So she could read his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
To have the opportunity to peruse his literary collection, listen to his music, and observe the stars through his telescope
Behind the safety of his locked door
Within the security of his secured door
What a fool he thought
He acknowledged his own foolishness
I didn't realize that with all this time I spent looking out this window
He didn't comprehend that while he gazed out of his window for all that time
You were right there looking back at it
She had been there, looking back at him the whole time
At me, at this, at us
Gazing at him, at the situation, at their relationship
I already had what you had been traveling these roads searching for
He finally realized that he possessed what she had been seeking throughout their journey
She crumbled under the weight of hearing her own truth
Overwhelmed, she succumbed to the impact of acknowledging her own reality
And through their honesty
By being sincere with each other
They were both as strong as they can be
Together, they attained the utmost strength possible
And now under the relief of each note of forgiveness
In the relief that accompanied each expression of forgiveness
No thought appeared to them, just a feeling
No thoughts occupied their minds, only profound emotions
And he whispered to her
Gently, he murmured to her
I've seen your efforts
He acknowledged and recognized her endeavors
And I can feel your love for me
He could sense her deep affection for him
And I am whole
As a result, he felt complete and fulfilled
I still have places to visit and mistakes to make in private
He acknowledged his ongoing desire to explore new destinations and experiences, as well as the need to learn from his own personal errors
But take my home and make it your own
Nevertheless, he offered his home to her, urging her to make it her own
Recite lines from my favorite books in the garden
He asked her to recite passages from his beloved books while in the garden
Hear the songs closest to my life while you sleep in my bed
As she slept in his bed, he desired her to listen to the songs that held personal significance to him
And look through me waving at you through my telescope
Additionally, he wanted her to use his telescope and observe him waving at her through it
He raised his hand and he rested it on her chest
He lifted his hand and gently placed it on her chest
And he drew an X across her heart
He traced an X shape across her heart
Of course he thought
With certainty, he thought
He slowly closed the old wooden door
Deliberately, he gradually shut the aged wooden door
And he locked it behind him
And he secured it, locking it as he walked away
Contributed by Elizabeth Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
chris champion
on The Good People Of Everywhere
Has no one read Lord of the Flies?