Every now and then, I reach a musical zenith - a time where I get exceedingly high and inspired by music.
Usually I feel this when I watch live performances. I felt it a few months back when I watched Broken Social Scene. I felt it when I watched Linkin Park last year. When I watched Oasis two years ago, I reached like, the zenith of the zenith of musical high. Dorky, but true.
Recently, my musical zenith was attained by the simple act of listening to a few very, very, very beautiful songs.
And here they are...
This is Walk You Home (Night Vision Binoculars) by Passenger. I got it from my IndieFeed podcast subscription. The thing about IndieFeed is that sometimes it really champions the scum of indie. But this week's podcast did things the right way. A beautiful song about a very sad but romantic stalker. Okay maybe that sounds a tad creepy, but it's a nice song. Nice song. That's all you need to know. Nice song.
Don't Fight It by The Panics is a song my dear friend Therese Heng introduced to me. I was hooked to it instantly. Don't Fight It is one of those songs whose meaning is so vague but somehow immensely moving. Like Majulah Singapura.
Mother Of Pearl by Roxy Music is one of my biggest guilty pleasures for now. It's a song I'll never admit to liking, but can't help but like. It has a very dramatically 70s-rock opening worth its weight in cheese, and the guy's voice goes damn retarded. And he's the kind of flamboyant which you grudgingly admit to. Oh, and the video is quite funny. But the song grows on you after awhile. You'll see what I mean.
Then finally is the song I liked when I was in J1, forgot about, and then re-listened to a few days back. It's called Seed Version 2.0 by The Roots and it's rock, funk and hip hop in one very sumptuous rojak of cool-ass music.
I've been musical-zenith-high for 3 days now. Cheerio!
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