Birds

Kate Nash touches me. No... not like that! That would be nice, but I mean her music touches me. I remember well her performance on London Calling, this spring. It may have been the fact that I was there thanks to my friends who gave me the ticket for my birthday, but it certainly also was her music that made tears well up in my eyes. Searching through my music today at the metro station Callao I decided to give her another try and again it made me weak.

Like I try to every Saturday I dropped by Edecio and "his" café to grab a coffee and talk a little about literature and 80s music. It had been a while as his 62 year old body is giving up on him and he therefore wasn't there the last time. We made up for the lost time - in his case more valuable than in mine, (un)fortunately - soon enough and I started what hopefully will become a custom: to write at the bar. The last two days have been beautiful, in and outside of my head, and I'm in this melancholic state of satisfaction and pleasant surprise. This always inspires me to write, and to listen to more melancholic music.

February 17th of 2006 I "published" my travel OST. Three of these 12 songs still have an, at least, weekly rotation. The others are forgotten, replaced by other songs that are more appropriate to my being in this phase of my life. I can't publish a new OST as I wouldn't be able to only choose some 12 songs. However, as of today Kate Nash definitely will have one song on this disc. If you care to know what convinced me, check out this beautiful refrain and see how applicable it is to anyone with a melancholic mindset...

"Right birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head,
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared,
But when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful,
That's how I feel about you,
Right that's how I feel about you.

(Kate Nash - Birds)