Kusanagi Violin Jam

Reminiscence meets movement on this excellent track by the Seattle electronic duo, Odesza (affiliate link). The cuts of kids playing in the yard, wind chimes ringing in the distance, and the glittering tones that remind me of dust particles alit in slanted sun rays gives me a nostalgia for warm summer days in the little house where I grew up. I can almost smell the freshly cut grass, my mom’s sweetly pungent rose garden standing at attention despite the oppressive heat.

When listening and thinking of all that it calls back in childhood reverie, there’s also a distance necessary and apparent: the space between who I was then and am now, the span of time that’s taken away the exact experience, the vivid details. Maybe the source of this tension is best described in the breadth of Marcel Proust, who reminds us:

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”

To play along, I hooked up my pickup to record and add to the mix which distorts the violin sound and makes it a little rough around the edges. Enjoy and thanks for listening!

Lead Kazoo

My clock always says I'm late, a worm is always in my ear, and my mom's always prayed for my contentedness: that's how I know I need to make music now! Please ingest, enjoy, and enlighten me with your thoughts.