I particularly fancy how the song alternates between minor key and major key, lingering just long enough on the minor scale to evoke that beautiful sense of 80s nostalgia.
I heard of Kavinsky a few years back, not very well known here in the States it seems, but has been gaining more of a following gradually. I came very close to buying tickets to the show in Montreal (?) a few years ago because I was so in love with the nostalgic, deliberate synths so carefully paired with staggered beats, and fantasized about the idea of hearing the music so amped up and clearly loud, played by the artist himself, to the point of reverberating along with my heartbeat, along my arms and skull, vibrating until my eardrums go numb (but not damaged, God forbid).
Somehow, though, some part of me is glad I never went to the show. Sometimes listening to a song by oneself keeps a quiet beauty that is just so valuable, like the hidden light of a flower that has not yet fully bloomed.... as Pablo Neruda may say. Anyway, enjoy this, and hopefully look past the gore of the first few scenes.
Somehow, though, some part of me is glad I never went to the show. Sometimes listening to a song by oneself keeps a quiet beauty that is just so valuable, like the hidden light of a flower that has not yet fully bloomed.... as Pablo Neruda may say. Anyway, enjoy this, and hopefully look past the gore of the first few scenes.
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