I've been in such a weird headspace for the past several days -- I haven't really taken any joy in any of my usual predilections. They feel disingenuous, and I'm tired of forcing myself to course-correct and get back to normal, but it just doesn't feel right or accurate or appropriate or correct or satisfying.
I've been trying to listen to music that is galvanizing and/or cathartic or, at least, in some way emblematic of the ways I'm feeling, and nothing has really nailed it. I realize this all sounds terribly histrionic, but EVERYTHING FEELS FUCKING WRONG.
It wasn't until doing dishes, this evening, and listening to the track below -- which has absolutely nothing to do with frustration or catharsis or anger -- that things started to slowly feel a tiny bit better. The world is still a complete mess, now, but God bless fucking Herbie Hancock.
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