It’s been a while since I scoured the internet for new exciting music. In fact, I don’t remember the last time I sat at home glued to the laptop; it now lies untouched and unopened in a corner of the study table in our bedroom. Today, though, I spent the whole morning looking up music on Youtube, but instead of searching for new indie music as is my routine, I found myself gravitating towards the sound of the 80s. Or what we now quite fashionably call ‘retro’.
I feel bad for the 80s in a sense. It was an awkward period defined by spandex and outrageous hairdos. Nobody gave a damn about it when it was there, and now more than 2 decades later, everything about it has suddenly become cool. In fact, the reason I loved Daft Punk’s RAM or Tame Impala’s Currents or even Uptown Funk was its unmistakable retro touch.
Maybe that’s how nostalgia works. And that’s what age does to you. You start seeking comfort in the familiar. I’m now spinning this stellar number by Falco, and even doing a little dance as I listen to the inane song. Next up is Heart by Pet Shop Boys. Sounds like the beginning of a good weekend.
I’ve been thinking about this: if at all I open a cafe, I know what kind of music I’ll be playing. I have no idea about the decor or the menu or the feasibility of the whole thing, but hey, I have a playlist.
And ooh, I went to Bhutan a couple of weeks back, and brought back some zen and lots of that famous Bhutanese cheer. Let’s hope it lasts long enough!
Also, I’m a Fitbit person now; yeah, I now have a machine on my wrist that prods me to walk more than 10k steps a day. I was enthusiastic as hell the first couple of weeks, I could’ve walked to the moon and back. This week, I’m like, screw it, I’m not moving, but will hopefully make up for being lazy soon enough.
And if you haven’t watched The Jungle Book yet, go watch it. It’s the best movie I’ve seen in a long time, and it’s one of the few movies where I cared about each and every character on the screen. What a beautifully made film. So touching, so inspiring.