“You’re talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it’s better when we pretend”
“All My Friends,” by LCD Soundsystem
“Sweater Weather,” by The Neighbourhood
“Exile Vilify,” by The National
“Lie Down In Darkness,” by Moby
“Hémisphère,” by Paradis
“Perfect Disguise,” by Modest Mouse
“I Want You,” by Prinzhorn Dance School
“Welcome Home, Son,” by Radical Face
“Angela,” by Soulphiction
“Do,” by Young Man
“Soft,” by Washed Out
“Before,” by Washed Out
“Heartbreaker,” by Crazy P
This one guarantees a [subtle] existential moment, as it has for me the last few months. Especially this evening.
It’s that one song to play in the car heading home late from a friend’s gathering. When you’re all dressed up, and don’t quite feel like going home yet. So you tell no one of your whereabouts, and drive to a viewpoint. Windows down, you shut the engine. Quiet this song until it aches to whisper.
The air is particular, and for a moment you fathom your mortality. And for a moment, you are the world’s only existing entity.
It’s pleasant to be alone. But with good company, notice the song pardon any fancy to speak. I think it’s the bass, it’s gotta be the bass…it’s always the bass.
“Nothing,” by Young Man
