One of the songs I played last Friday – goodness, is it already a week ago?! – was ‘Such great heights’ by Postal Service. Martijn turned to me and said that he would never have played it himself because he thought it is a bit of a cliché, is it not? And it’s not quite indiepop either, at least not anymore. But I had shown him he was wrong, he said. “If you play it at the right moment, it still sounds perfect!” I nodded. It was all true. But my reason for playing it had been simpler, much simpler.
It’s just that sometimes I need to shout out ‘I’m thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images, and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned’.
I love that song! Two of my ex-boyfriends put it on a mix album for me, but our freckles didn’t align., so I ended up playing Nothing Better “I’ve made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. I’ve prepared a lecture on why i have to leave.”
I get so much hassle for loving that song and for playing it, but oh, it’s dead sweet and it makes me sigh and feel all dreamy. x
Don’t mind them! I only started liking the song when I first heard it played. And I think it must have been at Pop — of all places. But it just sounded so perfect and so exciting. And the feeling behind it, it’s so close to my heart. I feel like that about all sorts of people and things, sometimes.
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