I've been coping with sporadic waves of mild insomnia for as long as remember myself. Depending on the inner mood and state of mind this could go on the whole night and in such moments I've realized that there's one thing which makes the experience slightly pleasurable - listening to post-rock music.
When we are conscious and awake, our mind is dominated by the outer layer of the brain - the same part which controls the language/wording abilities. The moment you surrender yourself to that alluring distant land of dreams is the moment when you give up your articulated thoughts and start thinking only in images and abstract sounds. I guess the lack of lyrics in the genre helps me focus on recreating images and visual creatives in my mind. Some people say it's the best way to fight for a place in that well-deserved place of dreams.
So why the Greek postrockers we.own.the.sky? The sunrise in Berlin this morning was some-when around 7:30 AM. As the burning globe in the sky was reluctantly peeking from the horizon, the blood-red reflection of its rays on the windows of the Communst-looking building across my flat eventually completely filled the ambiance of my room. In some weird sequence of thoughts I ended up listening to these guys who recently played with Caspian and it didn't take long before I started writing these lines.