Monday, May 28, 2007

Summer

Its interesting how a speeding semester comes to an awkward
quietus in April . The disquiet brouhaha fades .
Summers are silent .
And deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
I very much feel that lull growing around and all over me
while the scorching heat roasts everything under the sun.

There is a certain genre of music that pleases my soul
in times as these.
On weekends, I love lying in my bed, zonked and comatosed,
listening to music.
Such a stoned and wasted feeling comes along with such a weather .
Like the red underwear that come with the superman pajamas.
Occasionally , a squirrel from the garden would come and rest on
the window while I would just watch it frisk and totter, instead of
my otherwise attitude of scaring away all that is cute
and beautiful around me .

I spent my last summers listening to Goo Goo dolls.
This summer is dedicated to the spare haunting music of Mazzy Star,
particulary “Into Dust” ,“Fade into you” and “Flowers in December”.



The voice of Hope Sandoval touches my soul.
She sings through silence ,
a perfect laconic vocal delivery warped with
drawn-out crescendos of reverbed and distorted guitar.



Mazzy Star updated the post punk psychedelia for the 1990s
without sounding dated. The music is very much influenced by
R.E.M., The Velvet Underground, Jimi Hendrix and the likes .



But still finds its own subtle sublime quintessence ,
that may not please the fans of The Jefferson Plane or The Grateful Dead .


Funny it makes me feel ennui and think obtuse .
I hope I don’t screw up my internship project.
But as they say "The bigger the summer vacation the harder the fall".
Hence shamelessly spoiling myself before I go back to my world.