I hear the sound of a gentle word
Well, summer arrived and hasn’t the weather been kind? The first decent summer since I returned to Sydney has meant swims before work, swims at lunch, and swims after work, underneath big open skies. The meteorological lifting of clouds has been matched with a metaphorical one as work wrapped and I’m now a good way through four weeks off.
Given it’s a birthday month, I’ve thrown my favourite song of all time, Good Vibrations, into this month’s playlist – using the more dramatic Royal Philharmonic orchestral arrangement which adds a little foreplay to the opening, heavenly “I”, without detracting from the all-important harmonies, nor the groundbreaking use of the theremin.
I’ve also thrown in a fresh and clean pump-up song from my uni days which I’ve been hitting again this month, along with the usual mix of new and new-ish stuff. That Warbaby song is channeling the same surf-rock psych stuff that Khruangbin have been doing so well. Really great to just zone out to.
I’ve been zoning out on the open roads of Tasmania during my break. A cracked windscreen gifted to me by a passing truckie grows by millimetres each day – acting like an albatross around my neck. This part of the country is incredibly beautiful, but their roads are terrible. And it’s been good to get away but I’m very eager to get home now, see friends and get life moving again.
You either sink or swim or do nothing