In the same manner that everything tastes better when you're in love, when you're happy I feel like life becomes an extended montage sequence complete with some sort of bright, shiny example of positive musical energy in the vain of Katrina & the Waves or Kenny Loggins. When you are filled to the brim with happiness, it ekes out through various pores, out your fingertips, and via your tongue through all of the less inhibited and wonderful things you say. You don't necessarily even require happy, up-tempo tunes to fuel this happiness, because the mere existence of things like music, the four seasons, stray cats, and chilled beverages just add to your simple gratitude to be alive.
There are a million different ways to go with this, but for reasons both personal and aesthetic the song that evokes this feel for me comes from a band I grew up with and used to blast inside the closed confines of my childhood bedroom. My room had tarnished wood floors, a ceiling fan, ever-changing music and film clippings wallpaper, a classic New York skyline border, a high window that overlooked the roof above the garage and a door out to the balcony I shared with my parents. When the weather cooled in October or took a spring turn in February, both the window and the outside door would be wide open, blowing in the breeze and neighborhood noise. Wafting back might be someone of the likes of INXS, that brilliant often overlooked dance-rock band from down under whose compositional complexities truly reveal themselves after many, many listens.
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