“Why do you think you like it so much? You’ve played it over half a dozen times in a row.”
“I
don’t know, I love how she turns into a real person at the end there.
See? Right there, that’s real. Real life, no acting, no makeup, no
facade. Just real. I like seeing that for some reason. And holy god, the
song is so good, doesn’t it just gas you a bit?”
“Yeah, I mean it’s good, but it doesn’t tear me up.”
“Oh,
you’re listening to it the wrong way, then. Sit there. Stare straight
ahead. Open your head and just let the vocal in. Notice the rhythm, etc.
from the periphery, but really just let the vocal into your skull.”
“Okay, okay”
“No
really, I mean, everyone in the world is depressed to some degree about
something. If not, then you’re not feeling and that’s a whole other
problem. And this song, this song here, puts words and emotion to it.
It’s so simple with just the piano and the vocal, but so powerful. It
doesn't get better than this. It really doesn’t. We as a society have
been trying to perfect art for as long as time and the more we do, we
always come up short, because it doesn’t need to be perfected in any
way, true art, just is. It just exists. And this is as close as you’re
ever going to get. So don’t just give me an ‘okay okay’ and then only
half listen through the headphones. Really listen to this fucking song,
I’ll leave the room, but really listen to it and let it happen to you,
stop living for a second - just sit there and blink and breath - and
don’t think. She chose all these notes and transitions and emphases with
such care and reason. And look who gets his hands on it? Some dildo
that is just going to say within the first 10 or 15 seconds whether the
general Gestalt feel of the song sounds good or not.”
“But,
it has to sound good. Why am I going to spend 4 minutes listening to
something that isn’t pleasing to my ears? I’m not going to go digging
for a particular transition in a piece of shit.”
“It does sound good, you asshole.”
“Ha ha, give me the headphones and get me a beer.”
