That's pretty much high school in a nutshell. That age where something mildly exciting is absolutely the most amazing thing that has ever happened to you, or something ridiculous that really shouldn't bother the average person suddenly causes an individual to go into a deep coma of depression.
In my journey to emotional maturity, I began to recognize the need for balance in everything. And in this recognition, I started listening to albums as a whole. In doing so, I realized that I listened to a lot of shitty music, and I pretty much scrapped my entire music library. I stopped getting mp3 albums and started purchasing CDs. Many of my friends found this odd considering that nobody really bought CDs any more, but I liked being able to hold this work of art in my hands. I would only download an album if the hardcopy wasn't being sold. All of this being said, I started to get into some very "indie" music, if you will.
On an early summer's night a couple of years ago, I was intently searching through albums on amazon, when I stumbled on an album with darkly gorgeous cover art. Drawn to it immediately, I clicked without hesitation. I had never seen or heard of this artist before. The second I listened to one of the songs, I knew that I needed this album.
The album is called "Ghost" by Radical Face, and it maintains the same magic it did when I first listened to it. The writing is beautiful and disturbing while the composition is graceful and haunting. It very much so exudes ghostliness.
It's difficult for me to listen to this album in any time other than summer. It doesn't bring forth any memories for me, but it's one of those albums that causes my chest to float. I would classify the sensation as ethereal depressive. It's so inexplicably breathtaking with songs like "Welcome Home, Son," "Glory," and possibly my favorite, "Wrapped in Piano Strings."
If you need to feel something or are simply looking for a good listen, "Ghost" by Radical Face is a beautiful thing.
