okaywill has blessed us with a song that sits comfortably between the indie-pop juggernauts of old and forages toward a new, contemporary class of its own. I personally get serious hints of The Postal Service via whimsical storytelling and Neon Indian via chillwave-esque vocals alongside the twinkling synths, but I’m sure any listener will be able to mine this further for wonderful connections to the past. I’ll try to avoid talking about the past any further, though, as okaywill’s sound is just as much of the here and now. He surveys his world with a keen eye for understanding the emotional stylings of situations as seen by his lyrical treatise on relationships that delivers poignant lines like “Our time, will be forgotten.” These observations are strengthened by calmly commanding vocals and intricate production that weaves all of his emotional sentiments together.
“Our time, will be forgotten” resonates on a deep emotional level. Past friendships and past relationships have been wiped clean from the face of reality as time marches forward and the old makes way for the new. We’re constantly chasing the next moment rather than reveling in the lessons and experiences in the past. I’ve recently learned through spiritual seeking that the human experience is not linear – moments from the past, present, and future all hold equal weight and contribute toward the maximizing our time on this planet before we eventually take those lessons and ascend to the cosmos. It’s a beautiful thing in my eyes.
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