I never let a music recommendation go without my thanks. Credits to Zimini for Landon Pigg. It’s an unfortunate surname, but Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop is definitely not an unfortunate song.
It’s so sweet, perfect for a scene in a car where a woman in the passenger seat is leaning back, feet tucked under her, pretending to be asleep. She’s secretly watching her loved one as he drives, watching his eyes travel, watching his hair fly, watching his thoughts wander.
It’s completely irrelevant, given the fact the song’s talking about a coffee shop, but it’s the only scene I see in my mind when the song’s playing. It’s like a camera’s in my head capturing the shot, complete with the angles, the lighting, right down to the grainy 60’s vintage look.
Maybe I should have gone to film school instead.
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Litefm on Sunday nights equals bliss. If you’re not suffering from the Damn-it’s-Sunday-evening-tomorrow-is-already-Monday dread, and you’re in the mood to unwind, switch to 105.7 (for Klang Valley people), turn up the volume, grab some good reading material and a scrumptious cup of cocoa, and just soak up songs from the past. It’s like putting on an old record on your gramophone, and it’s haunting to know that almost if not all the singers you’re listening to have long been gone. I read somewhere that creativity can stem from depression. Is that why music from the 1930’s Depression Era sound so rich, despite its morose tone? I must go to New Orleans one day, if only for the jazz.
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Malaysia v China in the Thomas Cup semi-final coming up tomorrow.
Must. Keep. From. Screaming myself hoarse.
Although really, it’s my anxiety nerves that’s more of a problem.
I miss the 15×3 system.
Enough said here.
