Post rock, if it can be called such, is a genre I deeply love. It sounds like incredibly epic soundtrack, and it’s relatively common to inject large monologues into the music instead of sung or spoken words. This reverses the comparison: it is music that opens a door for a story to unfold in heartful contemplation. Sometimes the music sharply expresses a feeling about what the speaker says; other times, it just lets you feel it for yourself, all your reactions to complicated or crazy or odd words and stories.
This account of a sailor and his fellows on a whaling ship suddenly valuing one small life stirs some questions, doesn’t it?