Murakami

I was listening to some of my old music today.

I hear the bells, I hear the wind I hear a song in my heart again And the tenderness moves all things Like a poltergeist in the streets It’s a silly rush that I used to get Singing Billie or reading Vonnegut I could teleport to the stars Kinda strange that I’m all alone

It’s tragic that the band broke up and removed their music from Spotify. It’s a bit scary to think about how your favorite song might disappear from the Internet one day, and you don’t own any copy.

Somehow they really captured the feeling of reading a Murakami novel in this track. Magical realism, slipping in and out of reality. A hard to describe feeling.. deep melancholy maybe? I still think about The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore even though I read them years ago. I don’t know if I loved the books all that much, but they have a lot of staying power in my mind. Some kind of resonance?

Meta corner : This is a new blog innovation where I invite the reader into my inner struggles or random thoughts. I might swear here too. You can safely skip them, this is more for me.

This post really isn’t much of anything. I feel like deleting it. I’m thinking : “Why would anyone read this? I’m not a music critic”.. But!! I’m done thinking like that. I want to read it, I want to write it, that’s all. Other people can reject me, but I will not reject myself first for their convenience. I might just include a song on every post just for fun!

I can write whatever the fuck I want. Fuck it!