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I know itās a fairly common thing but Iāve recently come so fond of listening to two or three songs before I go to bed. In a way that I kind of just stare at the wall and think of the day and contemplate but I canāt help but feel (I know this sounds dumb) that itās these like end credits to a really lovely movie. Except itās my day?!!
I dunno very dumb. I sometimes try to fall asleep with this music playing in my ears or behind my head tucked beneath the pillow so I can prolong this like climactic emotional expression to capstone the day. It always frustrates me when I eventually do have to sleep, turn the music off, and go off to dream in the quiet ambience of my room. My brain does sometimes keep the music blasting even without my earphones though which is very kind.
Music I feel justifies all these things happening in my life. As if it doesnāt hold value if the songs I listen to arenāt played. Itās like you watch a movie that you just love and sorta sit in awe as the credits roll and the music swells. Thatās how I feel about my day most nights! At least lately that is. Really lovely music squeezing my brain into an appreciative analysing ritual of the day.
Iām just yapping at this point but I can definitely attribute this to always having this deep urge for my life to amount to something worth telling a story about. I watch so many amazing movies and I think it would be such a waste to have the only amazing experiences I witness come from outside my life. Soooooooooo #romanticiseyourownlife I guess??
Just felt the need to express it. I had a good wall watching session just then listening to Broken Social Scenes album āYou Forgot It In Peopleā (too many bangers) and I couldnāt help but speak my mind about it :)
Feb 17, 2025
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Feel the same way a lot but you summed it up perfectly, the end of your day is like the end of a film. Romanticize it.
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Growing up, my parents were divorced, so every other Friday my dad would pick up my sister and me, and weād spend the evening shuttling back and forth between their housesāabout an hour each way. He had a Sirius XM subscription, so the car rides were full of 70s on 7 and 80s on 8. He could hear the first few chords of a song and immediately dive into how it was made, the backstory behind it, or some random trivia about the artists. I still think about him explaining the story behind Crosby, Stills & Nashās āJust a Song Before I Goā or Eddie Van Halenās solo on Michael Jacksonās āBeat It.ā
It was such a fun way to think about musicānot just as music, but sometimes as these tiny, collaborative moments of magic.
Not all the stories were fun, but they were always meaningful. Like todayāI was listening to Fiona Appleās Extraordinary Machine, most of it for the first time. I now have this habit of reading reviews and learning about how an album was made after I listenāprobably because of my dad being such a huge music nerd. This time, it led me down a rabbit hole about her partnership with Jon Brion, the fight with her label Epic Records over its
release, and all the b-sides/unreleased music and lore that I wasnāt expecting. Itās like discovering a missing piece to a larger cultural puzzleācontext that deepens your understanding and appreciation, even if it isnāt necessary to enjoy the music. š
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Sometimes itās scales or arpeggios, sometimes itās whatever music I like and have listened to recently or in the past, sometimes itās whatever pop song of the moment Iāve been unfortunate enough to be exposed to like a disease. When I started writing this it was part of Cheap Thrills by Sia and as I continued that stopped and now itās a scale in thirds (donāt ask me in what key itās been a while since I played music).
My inner monologue also rarely shuts up and can be repetitive so it could be a list of things I need to do, observations, recurrent anxieties or fixations, or thinking about some kind of a problem Iām working on as some examples, and those can all be concurrent in kind of a jumbled layered mess depending on how good Iāve been at practicing mindfulness and containment lol. The more I externalize those running thoughts into notes, the less clutter they take up in my brainā¦
Oct 30, 2024
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Iām human so I love music and itās important to me but Iām not as curious and connected to the form as I am to writing or film, so the only way unfamiliar music enters my rotation is through listening to a radio show and discovering a song I love through that.
It might seem like an obvious one but just wanted to articulate for myself as itās interesting to me the way everyone has different relationships to various art forms. Iām not into theatre in a big way and Iām really interested in naming why that is.ā¦ i Sense something about theatre being too focused on the actor, without the presence of a camera etc, without the context of location, without landscapes and animals and buildings and magical objectsā¦ I know there must be something meaningful in this preference which at the moment just comes off as not being cultured or sensitive enoughā¦.which I also find funny so Iām kinda digging my heels in for jokes.
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I have decided to do a track of the day. Not every day. But days where a specific song makes me go UGHHHH.
And today! It is The Moon by The Microphones
This song always tickles my brain in an existential but calming way. Would 10/10 recommend!!!
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I was on the train today and this song came on. It paralysed me at first because it was this stunning paralysingly beautiful opening but then suddenly it bounced into this exciting silly journey!
The song is Cybeleās Reverie by Stereolab
It kinda gave me āthis is lifeā vibes. Life can be paralysing, life can be silly, then at the end of the song it is this AWESOME JAM. Because life Can be awesome.
I had listened to an album of Stereolab before but WOW are they sooooooo cool. They just get it, they get the whimsey, they get the beauty.
Mar 26, 2025
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Iāve always had this fascination to emotion as a concept. Of course because everyone feels it every day of their life, but more of how encapsulating it can be. I watch films and hear stories and listen to songs and I come to find myself jealous?
Jealous of how pure and raw others experiences are. Why canāt I feel the agony of losing someone, why canāt I feel the devastation of a death, why canāt I lose a friend. It sounds so starkly idiotic because why would anyone want to feel such devastating things, and Iāve asked myself this a lot, part of me thinks itāll draw more stories to tell in my life, but I think the truth of the matter is that to live is to feel. And I really want to live my life for all that it can bring me.
I write all this not to distract myself from the reality that I have in fact felt such great pain in my life. However, I always lust for more. This also feels like such a blatant explanation for my love of movies, I always feel so drawn into my love for film for itās ability to snatch my mind away from my life and place it into anotherās. My favourite films are those that have made me cry, because as painful as it is I just canāt help but love it. My favourite film is common knowledge but Call Me by Your Name draws me into such a chokehold each time I watch it because of the devastation I feel upon every watch. I never rewatch films but with it I canāt help it, because it always and forever will make me catatonic.
Anyways, I am leaving my point, my point is I am currently in a swarm of emotions from my own life and it is everything I have prayed and asked for while also not being it at all. I feel such an irresistible compulsion to break down and cry, and then I do, but I find myself listening to music and reading texts that only encourage and swell the emotional climax of these tears. In moments where I find myself urged to move on for the betterment of my day, all I can help but think about is someone I care so deeply for moving away. However, is it immature to want to move on? Why must I shun myself from these emotions. After all despite how painful it is, I find myself searching for this pain again and again.
Because to yearn is to be in pain, and to be in pain is to feel, and to feel is to live.
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