The kind you might drunkenly sing at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night post-Comedy house laughs, boozy Oreo milkshakes and whirring pinball games that you win by, oh, thirty million points.
Someday, The Strokes
Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
Young Folks, Peter Bjorn and John
Riptide, Vance Joy
Where Did Your Heart Go Missing?, Rooney
Midnight City, M83
Ho Hey, The Lumineers
Tighten Up, The Black Keys
I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys
A-Punk, Vampire Weekend
Oxford Comma, Vampire Weekend
Float On, Modest Mouse
Mardy Bum, Arctic Monkeys
What You Know, Two Door Cinema Club
Stolen Dance, Milky Dance
Are You Gonna Be My Girl, Jet
Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked, Cage The Elephant
No You Girls, Franz Ferdinand
Sweet Disposition, The Temper Trap
Welcome to the Black Parade, My Chemical Romance
(Honestly I’m so happy right now my heart might just explode.)
Still experimenting with different styles, which is why my drawings are visually all-over-the-place. This one was inspired by, ah, an artist on Instagram. Content seemed relevant as hell the day I stumbled upon his profile; I’ll leave it at that.
Class got cancelled unexpectedly; on the walk back, I wandered into the piano lobby. There’s a song I’ve been listening to, Vanilla Twilight, that has a really beautiful melody. It’s by Owl City, an outdated band I haven’t really listened to since I was twelve and meditating on fields and spouting things about sunsets. But the song’s stuck with me for years because it’s sad and pretty and meaningful.
So I played that by ear, and it was surprisingly easier than I thought it’d be. The song sounds rife with minor notes and I’m rustier with minor black keys (couldn’t tell you if it were sharp or flat, just that it’s some sort of minor). It was mostly major notes. Simple melody. And the chord progression was predictable, too. In retrospect, maybe that’s why I find the song beautiful over a period of time, because it adheres to the magical unsaid rules of predictable melody.
A boy named Bryan stood behind me for a few minutes while I was talking with my friend at the piano. I turned to him, figured he wanted to play. He said that he just wanted to tell me that the piano-playing was beautiful. I thanked him, and then he swiped back into the building. It was kind of him to say and made me really happy.