MYNAE – Just Like Heaven

Wonder what the point of music is anyway; or film or television or books. Wonder what the point is of stories of spaceships exploring faraway planets – far out! – or of the precise way to measure the boiling point of a non-Newtonian fluid – wowee! Wonder what it is that is the point of it. Maybe it’s that you can shut yourself in a room, close the curtains, keep the world, with its cars and trains and planes, outside. That you can connect an 8.1 stereo system from the late aughts to a flat screen teevee from the early tens, and paint every little bit of black in the room blue. 

Or maybe no matter how loud your stereo set, and no matter how tightly you hug Pudgy the bear, or how violently you bodyslam him against your bed until the novelty of acting out wears thin, the outside world will find a way in. You can send Pudgy bouncing off your several feet thick mattress with StayFoam™ technology. You can do so in the comfort of your too-big bedroom in the corner of your too-safe home. You can do what you want, but the world will find a way in – after having been sanitised + readied for your consumption – to your bedroom.

Wonder what the point of music is on the sixth of March, twenty twenty two. Wonder if it serves the same purpose it served fifty, eighty, one hundred, one thousand years ago. Maybe six thousand years ago, that age’s Leonard Cohen wrote wryly of the migration patterns of wildebeest; maybe the first harmonies were layered over a set of instructions on how the god of granite rounded the edges of the first wheel. But that’s not what we sing about today; perhaps we sing today because music soothes. That’s probably why we all do it. 

I’ve been working on new music over the past half year. Here’s a pleasant house cover of the Cure’s Just Like Heaven.