I like the girls on Instagram who don’t have large followings, but are as beautiful, if not more beautiful, than any of the supermodels of the world. I dig the songs on soundcloud that have very little plays, but sound just as big as the hugest hits on radio today. I love the little league teams with the worst records that make it to the championship out of nowhere. And, I love the nerdy shy boy story that ends up marrying the beautiful cheerleader that everyone else wanted.
Brunching in the West Village, just about an hour ago, I sat there and stared at the world happening around me from a distance. As I sat at the bar, in Agave, and watched people that clearly dislike one another take photos for the gram, couples with nothing to say to one another sit on their smartphones the entire time thru, and insecure people with no purpose, shamelessly judging others by what they were wearing, I realized what a weird society we live in. It was then that I decided that engulfing myself in music and living the life of a hermit doesn’t sound so bad since music can’t bore you unless you pay it no mind, and it can’t judge you unless it is talking to you directly, and it can’t dislike you unless to annoy you purposely.
There was something calm and cool about Calan Mai’s tune here, titled “Black Box”. I’m unsure if it was the vocals or the acoustic feel that reeled me in, or maybe the combination of both. Maybe it was something so simple and minimalist about it all that dragged me into it from a world around me that is so busily complex it almost makes itself sick on a daily basis.
Sometimes I wonder where our society went wrong and lost all of its marbles. I try to figure out at which point we stopped caring for the world and only caring for the one directly involved with us. I wonder if Hollywood and the pursuit of fame and grandeur in America took precedence over a world where nobody starves and everyone is happy. Then I remember that this is a society full of fools who never knew better than the fools that taught them. A society where the only progress that matters is in the gym and on your body, rather than for the world and in your brilliant mind.
I walked away from that “happening” brunch spot and into a small coffee shop in The Village to take in an empty Memorial Day Weekend NYC. Somewhere inside, this song makes me wish that NYC were always this quiet and calm because there is nothing like it when it is. It is through this same quiet and calm that I come to see that the NYC that I grew up and once adored is still here, but only the energy that fills it is what can make it toxic. Basically, the locusts and virus that is mankind can ruin even the most profound places, but at the heart of it all, they still exist as you once remembered them, even if they are completely unrecognizable. But, it is only when we can’t recognize something that we love anymore, that we end up appreciating it more than ever.