Dancing with the mentally ill
It’s extremely rare for me to write so frequently, maybe I’m finally figuring out how to write on command. Either way, it’s good, I need to start writing something else. Something that has more worth. Hopefully now I’m getting in to the mindset where its a likely possibility. What a difference two weeks makes.
Sometimes you meet people. You think they will change your life and you put so much energy into something that it completely exhausts you, it’s a horrendous experience and one that puts you off opening up to people for the fear of rejection and humiliation. It’s a part of life I suppose, but the pain never dulls. You train yourself to get used to it, you push people away, you stay quiet when you know you should speak up, you wear a mask. It’s a coping mechanism.
On the flip side you can have a conversation with someone you have never met, and you learn a little more about something, a little more about someone and maybe that shell you have retreated into isn’t quite as welcoming as first thought. It’s amazing how quickly you can bounce back. Even without meeting someone, you can discover a shared interest, a phenomenal author or musician perhaps, and all the darkness from before kind of melts away. Its a strange experience, it’s difficult to describe but it’s not disconcerting either.
I’m so long winded in getting to the crux of these blogs, as usual this is about music. Scandinavian groups are just amazing, I don’t know how they do it: Aha, Abba, The Knife, Bjork, Mum, Sigur Ros. All these guys have created some of the finest and most diverse music you are likely to hear but this is not about them. Club 8 are a Swedish based duo and if there is one album you listen to today, listen to The Peoples Record. It’s beautiful. Karolina Komstedt has a voice that glides wistfully into your heart, its emotive, its clear, its just lovely. The music itself is delightfully funky at times, I hear a dozen different genres, its a musical cacophony. It works.
And now I’m happy, I’m happy
I’m happy when I’m
Dancing with the mentally ill
And now I’m happy, I’m happy
I’m happy when I’m
Dancing with the mentally ill
I’m dancing with the mentally ill
