I’m not a optimist by default. I’m an optimist through desire and practice. Growing up, the woman [whom I hope to be even 1/10th of] who raised me showed me from an early how vast the world was and that i should aim for my frustrations or disappointments to never overshadow my deep gratitude. I heard the word ‘perspective’ more times than I can count but did not truly begin to appreciate its value or the depth and extent of its consequences until the last year or so. You experience your whole world in your mind. Exactifying, rationalizing, pontificating, internalizing, actualizing.
My head’s been spinning with dreams at night and, unlike ever before, they are accompanied by music. I haven’t been in the mood to enjoy music, so I’ve taken a couple days in silence [comparatively, at least] to cleanse my sonic pallete. In bitter revolt and protest, my brain has been manually feeding itself music in the form of its own ethereal soundtrack to counteract its deprivation in the substantial world.
Tonight – TV On the Radio
Naturens Kraft Och Klang – Porn Sword Tobacco
Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highlands, Illinoise – Sufjan Stevens
Ladies and Gentlemen, We Are Floating In Space – Spiritualized
Lots of airy, moseying music where all the delight borders on bizarre terror. You know when you dream those super surreal swirls of fantastic frenzy? In the haze between being totally awake and being totally asleep, someone asked me what I had been dreaming about. I said, ‘same ish!’ When asked specifics, I said, ‘books and work.’ Yeah, right.
Thinking of a Dream I Had – The Walkmen
Just thought I’d throw this in for the title. Plus, the mismatched syncopation in the chorus is kind of smart. Disjointed dream music, I guess.