i've posted this song before, in a different form. but i couldn't not post it again. because this video might be one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen. i keep coming back to it--the immediacy and tangible quality of the emotions.
so please indulge me.
ahhh music
i simply can't get enough of this.
thank goodness for youtube and the fact that it encourages stumble-upon-discoveries.
(deep) breathing.
today is one of those days when the weight of the laundry overpowers. when my wood floor suddenly seems too dirty to walk on. when the proximity of a bank i trust is utterly too far for comfort or ease.
(when i've begun to panic about all the things i probably should have panicked about a week ago.)
that being said, my tickets to see beirut arrived in the mail today. and the young man at the corner store gifted me three tickets to see the yankees this friday. those two things along with salads consisting entirely of arugula, capers, pine nuts and olive oil have me breathing deeply.
so for your continued (deep) breathing i leave you with the following beirut video {one of my favorites}.
(i told you. i really do have a thing for unruly curls).
for your listening (and viewing) pleasure. {and for mine}.
i know, i know. another one.
(another noah and the whale related post).
and yes, i know, i understand why many think this third album isn't as good as the first two.
but the thing is...
well.
the second album was one of such deep heartache.
and i know that. that sadness that swallows you whole.
so this third album--one of great hope and resiliency and coming back to one's self and realizing that life is even sweeter...well, maybe that's why i love it. the bliss of it. the bliss that comes after the fallout.
so yes. i'm sharing this video. because it's one of my favorite songs on the album.
and because lately, i've been thinking, that i'd do just about anything to be seventeen again, driving the winding roads to school in my volvo station wagon, listening to john mayer (before he ever released his second studio album and we learned far too much about his personal life in the tabloids). to be seventeen, immune to heartache, and feel like anything at all is within a fingertip's grasp.
ps: doesn't the drummer just look like sun is shining down on his face?