Finally finding a place to rest and relax, my days have been full of an exploration of constant change.
The wind seems to never stop and the skies are in a state of constant flux that leaves my mind reflecting and shifting just as consistently as the wind, so I let my mind drift.
The sound of The Weekend Players Jericho leave me laying on a grassy hill gazing up at the swiftly moving clouds. The down tempo, deeply rhythmic sounds anchor me to the earth, as the lyrics "I feel no pain when you hold me, pull me in and draw me near... come fill my senses up with you...." echoing throughout my mind.
Whenever I listen to The Weekend Players I find myself embracing the world from a distance. It always feels like such a sweet sensation for the ears to encounter. I usually couple The Weekend Players with Wax Poetic's trip-hop sound in Angels featuring Norah Jones. The trip-hop slightly jazzy sounds of Wax Poetic move me to great depths, almost like watching one of those movies that always opens your mind to something new (e.g. Jean-Pierre Jeunet's Amelie, Luc Besson's Angel-A, Michel Gondry's Science of Sleep...etc).
It's a lovely thing to be able to encounter music to fill dreamy, cloud gazing days. Sometimes when I find just the right sound to the moment, I no longer feel I'm on the ground, but flying amongst the skies.
the sound of love,
Attie
The wind seems to never stop and the skies are in a state of constant flux that leaves my mind reflecting and shifting just as consistently as the wind, so I let my mind drift.
The sound of The Weekend Players Jericho leave me laying on a grassy hill gazing up at the swiftly moving clouds. The down tempo, deeply rhythmic sounds anchor me to the earth, as the lyrics "I feel no pain when you hold me, pull me in and draw me near... come fill my senses up with you...." echoing throughout my mind.
Whenever I listen to The Weekend Players I find myself embracing the world from a distance. It always feels like such a sweet sensation for the ears to encounter. I usually couple The Weekend Players with Wax Poetic's trip-hop sound in Angels featuring Norah Jones. The trip-hop slightly jazzy sounds of Wax Poetic move me to great depths, almost like watching one of those movies that always opens your mind to something new (e.g. Jean-Pierre Jeunet's Amelie, Luc Besson's Angel-A, Michel Gondry's Science of Sleep...etc).
It's a lovely thing to be able to encounter music to fill dreamy, cloud gazing days. Sometimes when I find just the right sound to the moment, I no longer feel I'm on the ground, but flying amongst the skies.
the sound of love,
Attie
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