I know it’s late, but I’m in a jittery mood. I know I won’t be able to sleep until I get something down, because there’s so much going through my mind. But first, take this. A gift. One that I was planning on keeping to myself, but to do so would be an injustice to music and the artists.
Mogwai is an extremely influential post-rock band, and like most bands in this genre they usually produce instrumental music, so when Stuart sings, it demands attention. And yet his voice evaporates and becomes an instrument with which we hear our own stories pulled apart with delicate tenderness, like boys pulling wings off flies.
There's so much happiness and sadness to be felt down the spine in seven brief minutes. The latter from the tone, the former from the beauty.
If only we could see life so simply. If only we could separate the good from the bad, the love from the heartbreak. But we can’t. That’s why songs like this are composed, and that’s why words like bittersweet exist to help us define what can’t be explained.
It may feel like you’re constantly waiting for the next dawn to wash away the dust with sunlight, but at some point life ends, and life begins again.
All it takes is one day.