Today might be the first day where I feel the transition from summer to fall has actually been completed.
It's good reason to be both excited, and kind of blue all at the same time.
I'm about to start into a large number of articles to read and summarize as well as a gigantic amount of writing. woot (unenthusiastically).
As I sit here in my jogging pants, it's hard for me not to wish I could just listen to my favourite sad songs all f-in day and screw my theoretical understanding of sociological concepts (contemporary or feminist). with some coffee of course and some snacks.
oh music...oh september. How you tease me and tempt me to be bad-ass.
I digress. My post today was a direct result of me being depressed when I was 23...and consequently came upon the latest (at the time) album by Rufus Wainwright. This song, lyrically and structurally completely defined how I felt at the time. In addition to expressing my feelings of regret and heaviness for what I had "...done to myself", I was burdened with the thought that life was brutally harsh and that I was fairly weak in comparison to it's natural state of constant chaos. With all these emotions floating around this particular piece, the structure and the instrumentation is brilliant in all at once reminding me of these feelings, and relieving some of the darkness from my heart and my mind. The throbbing of the keyboard, and the subtleties of fairy-like echoing inside the music transcends all the harsh reality of what he says.
And that my friends, is a true artist. Those who can pull off that magic are responsible for conserving a lot of positivity and love in people they don't even know.
blah blah blah - sounds pretentious, but you get it, right?
The only version I could find embedding for is one with lyrics (a la karaoke) so, try not to pay much attention to the visuals.
xo have a nice, lazy, contemplative evening.
Wow, I guess I could give Rufus a try, usually his music doesn't interest me, but I liked this one...
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