Summertime Sadness indeed. And it is in fact summertime, yes it is, at least over here it is! And this is one of her greatest songs. Mind you Brooklyn Baby and Born to Die are just stunning songs. I cannot explain it, what I love about her. She is clearly really clever, able to create identities and characters. The music evokes past times, earlier vistas of nostalgia, of old pop, of old time Hollywood, of mythic worlds that never ever existed. I do not know how she does it – it sounds everything except sincere. And I just love her, her music, her world.
Do you ever feel restless, as if you should be doing something? As if there were something itching the inside of you, telling you to move? Well, you need to decide. Is now the time to do that something – or not?
If it is not the time, then now is the time to stop. Just stop.
Switch that itch off. Talk to it, and tell it to go away. Have a hot drink, and look out the window….even the smallest natural scene will help. If you cannot look out and see nature, then take a walk until you can (you can have a cool drink when you get back).
Then maybe a deep peace will fall, the itch will subside, and you will be able to wait until the time for doing arrives. Well, that is what I tell myself….it does not always work of course. Here is a picture I took of a tree fern – and I like to look at these. I am not sure why I love tree ferns, but I just do. They look old to me, and they make me think that all the things that bother me do not matter. After all, what does it matter, really? The time to stop is now…..
The old timers are gone – Leonard Cohen and David Bowie. They reflected often and well on time, and its passing. Bowie wrote the song, “Time” of course. But I don’t like that one much. Nowhere near as much as this one….