Sharing this song again.
I wouldn’t even call it a ‘song’. A musical scroll, if you will, inscribed with multiple spiritual messages, each one like a fruit waiting to be plucked at the right time, at harvest time.
Today, as I listen again (it’s been on repeat for two days), the words tease me:
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you know what I know?
Do you want what I want?
It’s such… such a perfect day…
I listened to this song somewhat dreamily as I drove to work under a stodgy blanket of grey clouds. The day itself seemed grey. The tarmac on which I drove, the sand bars along the side of the road, other cars racing past, concrete bridges whizzing overhead… all grey. Only the grass remained green and against all this grey, it looked like wild neon flailing in the wind.
As it goes on grey days, my thoughts turned introspective and quiet. What is a perfect day, Chris Martin? What are you singing about? When last did you have such… such a perfect day? Your song sounds so ethereal, I wonder if you really have had a perfect day… ever? Read more
While I usually find any reason to stay in and immerse myself in solitude over weekends, this time I decided to hide in the crowd of a busy coffee shop at the mall.
The Mugg & Bean was bustling with Saturday morning breakfast patrons, and so I settled for a tiny table in the corner, and buried myself in cake and a book. Read more
I noticed something in traffic this morning, as my car crept past the faces staring ahead in the oncoming lane: so many somber faces; grumpy faces; some near-homicidal faces. Read more
Introducing a new blog category, because music makes the world a better place: Music You Don’t Know Yet. (MYDKY)
South African radio lets me down.
Sure, they play nice enough music on the pop, indie and hip hop scene, a bit of funk and house too. But there’s a serious lack of alternative being played, and it burns me that I’m missing out on a lot of new music from the genre I deeply love. Read more