So, today my girlfriend saw a ghost in her house.
This song is sort of like a ghost.
I mean… I hope a ghost hanging out in my girlfriend's house would float along as effortlessly and delicately as this track; with its ambient waves, warm gooeyness, and its treated keys and ethereal vibes, bent into slow motion frames, like billowing plumes of pink smoke going up, up, and away into a relentless gray sky full of television-static-black-and-white birds that swoop down, fall in love, grow old, and die in a constant loop for all of eternity. Holy shit.
Ryuichi Sakamoto fucking rules.
Oh yeah, and so today my girlfriend saw a ghost in her house. Pretty weird.
P.S. To anyone who cares, I'd like the track “In The Red” from this album, Out Of Noise, played at my funeral. Thanks.
