Yes

...this grey day has taken me away.

Hard to find pleasure when things seem so dreary and bleak outside, but a phenominal piece is needed to lull me out of this one. Lamb's 'Angelica' takes me on an eclectic journey through symphonies to caressing of scratches off the turn table. It makes the weight of the day and silent doom impending weather much less weighted and more like a breeze.

Now if I can only find a way for the correct choice in music to mood by some other device, I think my life would be that much more perfect. But until then, I'll just have to keep at the awareness of the self. What is my body saying? What would I like it to be saying or omitting? Like an instrument, it seems the body needs just as much tuning to find its sounds and chords once more.

It's time to invoke your sound.

Let's fine tune the world.

the sound of Love,
Attie

It's interesting when you chose to finally let go...

only to then finally find the thing you were searching all along.

There was a song I'd come across years ago. It moved me deeply when I first heard it. Somewhere down the line I lost that song without knowing or remembering any helpful information to once again find it.

It became somewhat of a nervous itch to periodically remember the lingering experience and feel the pain of never knowing or possibly never hearing it again. I was tired of it feeling like an itch that could never be scratched. Eventually I came to terms with the possibility of never hearing the song again.

The next day I heard it. THE SONG. I couldn't believe it.

The experience wasn't the same as when I'd heard it long ago, but I could still feel my mind awaken to a similar journey.

N.E.R.D's 'Provider (Zero 7 Remix)' was the long lost song. Soft tones with smooth lyrics, Pharrell Williams brings you into the hardships and experience of life. Dreamy and gentle, it still makes the edges in my day sink into each other. There's no more good or bad; it just is.

the sound of love,
Attie

It's that time again...

time for rediscovering music....

you know, it's funny, those times where you lose yourself within the routein; the daily 9 to 5 that you forget there's still zest in your life.

I was lost in that for a bit... forgot what it was like to have music in my life. Not just the background daily drawl that creates even beautiful sounds in them selves, but the only music experienced, or more so, the echoing of your complex mind duping you into thinking your lost... or really not even realizing there was ever anything going on in the first place; Just white noise.

So what arises from the ash, is something new. A light of sort. A new start.

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Okay, so nothing too dramatic happened. Really, I just realized that using a new email account, I could re-introduce myself to the wonderful world of music. Pandora is very beautiful thing (unfortunately for those out of the USA this lovely website is limited to certain countries. I highly recommend it though! If ever given the chance to explore). Needing to chill and let my imagination wander I was excited to see the emptiness of stations on my account.

Ahhh, a fresh start. So who did I want to listen to? What was I vibeing? It took me a while to come to a conclusion, but I realized the thing I needed to be focusing on was my body. How did my body feel? Was it heavy? Was it light? Did I feel like moving or was I content on relaxing?

Then I found my answer.

Oh the sweet lull of a clean slate and endless musical possibilities...

the sound of love,
Attie

When life keeps throwing things your way...

... you can take the option to throw them back.

I'm sitting as still as possible. It's one of those times where you have no idea what to do next, thus I'm at a loss for movement. Only focusing on my breathing seems to soothe the unsettled sense within my being.

Bon Iver's soft tones are lulling me into a (possibly false) sense of security at the moment. I know that when listening to 'Skinny Love', the world tends to slow down... the motion of his gentle cries... in this moment, seem to reflect my own.

I want to cry at the beauty shared in such sounds.

Does life always feel so bittersweet? I think with Bon Iver, it most definitely can be.

the sound of love,
Attie

Late nights...

in melancholic sounds.

A little sleep deprived. A little emotionally exhausted. Don't really feel the rally to induce more action at such a late hour and the questioning of how current situations will play out are flooding the mind. Feeling oddly low, while an introverted fire burns very high, there is not much to do but turn to music.

Silversun Pickups' 'Three Seed' off their Carnavas album seems to be the only sounds that soothe. My heart is weary and overwhelmingly tired. The gentle chords are very welcoming to the angry rumblings and sounds within my mind. It does not degrade them, simply honor and move, to a flow that is very much cried for. If the sense of liquid fire could be calmed, this would be the way to do it.

Silversun Pickups leaves me feeling heard and recognized for the ugliness that is felt and the beauty of strength held.

Looking forward to a new day...

the sound of love,
Attie

Cupid plays a fiddle...

that will not, for the life of me, leave my screeching ear.


Valentines day has come and passed, and yet the mushy meanderings of horrible Michael Bolton music and Delilahs' soft rock is just about to drive me insane. Fortunately, such a holiday only comes once in a year (at least here in America; Japan's a whole other story...).


There is an upside to the holiday though. Much like when women get that monthly visitor, the times of sap, romance and shit loads of chocolate are upon us. Throw in a bunch of flowers and Jamaican-love inscents and you've got yourself a bona-fide bedroom waiting for you and yours. 


What better way to utilize such a moment? Just dive in and get to it you say...? 


Well that just might do for any day, but on a day like that, you'd be better off turning on some Lovage. Just let Nathaniel Merriweather (Dan the Automater) take the lead while listening to Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By album. Take the pressure off and just go with the flow. It would be very challenging to do wrong by Lovage when it is just so right. 


If things seem to have become somewhat of a calamity on this past Valentines, then moving onto a classic would possibly do you best. Stay safe and smooth with Marvin Gaye. I mean really, if you find a way to go wrong with Midnight Love and the Sexual Healing Sessions, then maybe this just isn't your thing. It wouldn't hurt to check in with your partner to see ahead of time if it'll vibe with their mojo or not. It may not be as surprising, but at least it may prevent a few faux pas that could've happened. 


Either way, there's always next year!


the sound of love,
Attie

I'm feeling the drive...

to get shit done. 


I mean really, suddenly everything is in full ignition. My heart is alive. My life is moving. To where, is the question. From what I can tell, it's feeling pretty good so far. 


It also feels as if there's just so much to do, yet when I'm concentrating on what tasks to get done, the mind moves into a state of emptiness. It's very frustrating at times. I suppose it's my subconscious telling me to be still and listen; then move. 


It certainly helps me stay contained when I'm listening to "Angelica", by Lamb on their Between Darkness and Wonder album. It's phenomenal the way life is in a state of witness when listening to "Angelica". It's almost like trusting the change that is constantly happening. You feel it. You know it's there. In a way, you are apart of it. You are creating and at the mercy of it.

I get a similar experience, with a more urban twist, in The Cardigans' Gran Turismo. Specifically with "Erase/Rewind", there's a deep resonance with the modern life and movement; the electric flow of todays technology. "Erase and rewind... because I've been changing my mind... " isn't that uncommon of a thought for me. At least with The Cardigans I know it's apart of the flow of things.


Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. 


...for the sound of love,
Attie