Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Let's Look Down at Our Shoes:

When I first moved to Amsterdam, life was grand. (It still is, by the way). I would write all day at work (perfect), and when I wasn't writing, I would be lying in the park (or running through it), and occasionally taking off on (seemingly) never-ending 'bike rides to no-where' throughout the city's tiny streets (also perfect). It was summer, and the sun would set at 22:30. I had very few friends, and knew no one upon landing on Dutch soil. But I couldn't have been more happy. I really thought I had found my version of utopia. I instantly fell in love with Amsterdam; everything about it. And more importantly, I really felt like I belonged; like I had finally a place where I was accepted for being me. When I would lay under sunny skies, that summer, 'Saturday's = Youth' by M83 was always playing in my ears. I would listen to it from beginning to end (because it's that damn good). Over, and over. (No seriously, it's really that good). It's a CD that can fit any mood: from ontspannen, to laughter, to pure bliss. Little did I know, it (loosely) fits into the genre (as aren't we all, always trying to classify and categorize everything in our lives) called 'shoegaze'. Couleurs might possibly be my favorite song off the album. But coming close is the lead track, 'You Appearing'. The whole album is haunting, and I mean that with only a positive connotation. Morgan Kibby's enchanting voice adds layers of wonder to the tracks. And when her's combines with that of Anthony Gonzalez; the mixture is splendid. I could get lost within this album any day. It makes my mind swirl. It's the perfect album for dreaming the day away. Or dreaming of far away places. Or the future. It really makes my heart skip a beat. And I highly recommend it to anyone. Earlier this summer I told a friend that would perfectly content living inside a postcard of a park. But what I've never told anyone, is that I want this park to look like the cover of this album.With people basking in the sunlight in over-sized dresses, wearing fur hats, and skeleton suits; frolicking about while rays of sunlight are abound. A park of make-believe and infinite happiness–like a Jean-Antoine Watteau painting.