A song to wake up to
Write about it in your journal
another day another hurdle
It’s cheesy to the point of Saturday Morning Cartoons to talk about the point of art, I know. But songs like this do just make me so damn grateful for music. We put ourselves to a kind of waking sleep, and at the risk of sounding like a Dave Matthews song, we walk in the endless circle of wake-work-commute-eat-sleep-repeat, and it can be so easy to lose yourself in it. But art in general, and specifically a really fucking good song, can pull you right up out of it.
Yes, in this time we’re in, you can optimize literally everything. Dishwashing, self-care, cooking, hell—breathing. But we don’t have to god damn optimize god damn every god damn thing. We really don’t.
Everyone seems so composed
I don’t get how they know
what to do
how to do what I’m doing better than me
better than me
make it look so easy
Part of the warped mirror phenomenon of this tech-cage we’re all trapped in is there’s this false sense of how much better everyone’s lives are than ours. We don’t see the dishes piling up, the estranged family, the harrowing night staring out the window and asking, is this all this is going to be forever?
Anyway, this song is so good it made me spiral a bit. Rose’s command of voice is conversational and easy to read; the music bobs and brings you in but doesn’t crowd out the point of the song, which is the narrative. And, sure, this sort of thing has been done before. There’s probably a million reflective-but-easy folk tunes floating around in warped mirror land. But there’ve been countless sunrises, and you can roll your eyes at me for this comparison all you want, but if you actually got up before one and sat in a chair with some tea and watched, left your phone upstairs and just watched, you’d probably forget all about Lifemaxxing. At least, for a bit.
Written by Willow Stonebeck
