Tryptophan Hangover
Confluence. Concordance. Synchronicity. Happenstance. A broad feeling that the universe has a plan, that everything (to quote the great poet Lauryn Hill) is everything. You know how I roll: in general I think all of that stuff is junk, a remnant of our human predeliction to ascribe consequence to subsequence. I’m of the opinion that we’re just drifting through the cosmos, knocking up against stuff in a purely random and dissonant fashion; the truth is that there is no truth. The events of this morning, however, have rocked that foundation of anarchic underpinning.
How do I explain the appearance of the following three songs in my electronic mail over the past three days; I haven’t been plugged in over the holiday, so I had a slew of things to clean out of the inbox this morning and I kind of randomly clicked on things that looked interesting, archiving the rest. The three songs that I gravitated towards are below. Each of them has an insulating, cotton in the ears, turkey (or soy turkey substitute) in the belly, embraced by the bosom of kith and kin feel. Three songs that I first heard on the heels of Thanksgiving that sound exactly like Thanksgiving. What are the odds? Is it some sort of nefarious public relations marketing scheme to innundate me with songs that hit the hoiday pitch when I’m made vulnerable by sweet potatoes and green bean casserole? Or is it a sign from the universe that there is, indeed, a plan? No way to answer. I can however, assure you that my next over-eating induced nap will have a soundtrack of these three songs, played on a loop. (The Silent League record comes out in January; I’m already salivating. The Seven Fields of Aphelion has a Black Moth Super Rainbow connection, but loses the trappings of high energy dance that I find displeasing. The Sleep Whale record has been out for a bit and is pretty excellent.)
“Here’s a Star” – The Silent League
“Mountain Mary” – The Seven Fields of Aphelion
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