" some summer happenstance "

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riding your bicycle home in the evening, the trees lining the inner looped roadway in the park creating the loveliest thoroughfare. warm winds caress your ears, face, neck, shoulders, and all the way down to the dimples of your ankles.

the doppler effect of feet meeting pavement as you float past runners slowly shifts into the brassy long tones of sung melancholy.

beautiful melodies counterpoised with slow steady deliberate music glide upon an errant gale, curls itself into the architecture of your ears, and nestles inside of your bones. the amplified sounds grow closer as you approach, the echoes of which reverberate throughout your skeleton and you feel all blue colors of the night.

peering through a gated fence, nothing can shut out the long reach of this music; it's lengthy slender fingers slipping through the braided diamonds, and holds the weight of your head in its comforting palms.

everything is stillness and invisible wavelengths. your heart goes electric and in that moment, you feel everything.

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" heart cibo matto "

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how amazing are cibo matto's miho hatori & yuka c. honda?! the absolute best!

calm and collected, they have fun in the face of all other pop star whiner attention whoring simple beat mediocre label-PR push BS drivel. fun!

beautiful beats, skilled musicians, singers, and all around performers. they really embody for me a crew that can flex and wane, bloom, flourish, duck down, take a decade-point-five to regroup, and still retain all of the flush and fervor that made you fall in love in the first place.

if you get the opportunity, peep their back catalog, solo work, and their supremely confident & gorgeously produced newest release. you'll feel so much better for it.

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after the initial song begins, it's all just beauty entered and enveloped. just a unified sonic tide ebbing and receding throughout, permeating the nervous system.

allowing yourself entrance into all of those feelings, and experiencing the sensations of being able to let go. i never leave a great concert unaffected.

blinding lights and buzzing lusciousness. all the senses piqued and stretched. all the sound and depth entering my body through the skin and traveling down past the bones and into the marrow.

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 it’s in the wishing that we are dreaming while awake. 
 it’s in the daring that we are succeeding while struggling. 
 it’s in the quiet lulls in the nighttime where we find our daily pause, a moment where all things are focused to a fine point. 
 everything becomes known with a crystalline clarity. and i smile when i think you’re not looking. 
 it’s in loving that we and are loved in return. 
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it’s in the wishing that we are dreaming while awake.

it’s in the daring that we are succeeding while struggling.

it’s in the quiet lulls in the nighttime where we find our daily pause, a moment where all things are focused to a fine point.

everything becomes known with a crystalline clarity. and i smile when i think you’re not looking.

it’s in loving that we and are loved in return.

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 watching  l’elisir d’amore  with moms who is visiting. 
 hushed whispers in the velvet & gilded opera house. all eyes sparkle in the shadows, and you can hear the murmur of the orchestra tune and whine. 
 such a palace of nostalgia, a touchstone for beauty, vocal dynamism, love explored, comedic passages, aching, pining, passions flared, humble faces shied from true feelings. it harbors them all. 
 dark desires and lilting promises made at the height of amorous confession. if these tales and performances of them do not leave you with a state of romantic despair or blissful hope, i’m not sure we will ever understand one another. 
 but i’m willing to give it a go if you are. 
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watching l’elisir d’amore with moms who is visiting.

hushed whispers in the velvet & gilded opera house. all eyes sparkle in the shadows, and you can hear the murmur of the orchestra tune and whine.

such a palace of nostalgia, a touchstone for beauty, vocal dynamism, love explored, comedic passages, aching, pining, passions flared, humble faces shied from true feelings. it harbors them all.

dark desires and lilting promises made at the height of amorous confession. if these tales and performances of them do not leave you with a state of romantic despair or blissful hope, i’m not sure we will ever understand one another.

but i’m willing to give it a go if you are.

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