When Lydia broke up, I was pretty bummed. Which, I don't know, seems kind of weird, even now. Bands go away all the time. Whatever. But they always leave us with their work, which in some cases, is more than enough to keep us going for eternity. But I always felt like Lydia had more to give (which they, in a new form, did. And, sadly, it wasn't as amazing as I'd like it to be.) But The Cinema, well, The Cinema created an album that, although different, kept with Lydia's theme of making long-lasting, emotionally-charged music. My Blood is Full of Airplanes is in someways even more singular a statement than even Assailants. Its dichotomy of electronics and Leighton's ethereal voice make songs like "Picasso" and "Satellites" burst out of your speakers in a truly monumental fashion.
Most of the albums I like, I do so for a very specific reason. And usually I can pinpoint that reason, but when I listen to My Blood is Full of Airplanes, lots of things rush through my head. Some of them hopeless, some of them carefree, but all of them meaningful. I won't say that is is a more personal record than any of Lydia's work, but it does have a view I can respect. By maybe jumping from thing to thing, it is perhaps more human. As cliche as it is, we are complicated beings. There is no one way to be. There is only how we are. The Cinema reminded me that what's now is not forever, nor should it be. Now is only now, and with any luck, we'll get to later.