What I Listened To: WILT_2024-22

WILT_2024-22

A playlist of songs that intrigued me from Sunday to Saturday. Week of 26 May 2024 to 1 Jun 2024.

  1. When I Can Read My Titles Clear – Sam Wilkes, Craig Weinrib, Dylan Day
  2. Silver Forest Spirits – Natureboy Flako
  3. Future – Resavoir
  4. Illusion – Resavoir
  5. Watten Koma – Koma Saxo, Petter Eldh
  6. Brem Bo – Gianni Brezzo
  7. Infrahumans – Clats Pesmygz
  8. Underwater Cities – Soccer96

Hyperlink to Spotify playlist: WILT_2024-22

Notes

Our playlist this week starts with something new from Sam Wilkes and then continues with algorithmic recommendations. When I Can Read My Titles Clearwith Craig Weinrib and Dylan Day is a measured guitar composition that takes the listener on a journey through memories, hopes and regrets. It’s not something I expected from Wilkes, but then he does tend to do many unexpected things and expands my appreciation of the styles and people he chooses to collaborate with. 

The rest of the playlist, while short, contains many soothing compositions in the variety of jazz, classical and electronica. Perhaps a continuation of previous weeks, and who knows for how long. I am feeling a bit uninspired with music for the moment, but I’ve also worked myself into a corner where I cannot exactly take a break from this endeavour, so you will have to bear with the insipidness of this trial. 

However, if you must know, I am currently listening to the audiobook of Death’s End the final instalment of Liu Cixin’s Remembrance of Earth’s Past trilogy and I must say it has been an amazing read slash listen. The scientific concepts introduced are wildly imaginative and the setting and plot is utterly dystopian and terrifying. Perhaps that is why music seems boring at this cycle. The spiritual depth that I normally get from music is currently at odds with the infinite expanse of cosmic proportions, where that depth seems infinitesimal against the void of space in between the stars. Or shall perhaps the depth of spirt match the expanse of awareness?

Till then, this sort of music currently acts as a sort of balm, without need for words, but wholly reliant on expression. Just barely, it allows me to appreciate the subjective beauty rather than face the objective terror presented by an uncaring and chaotic universe. We blanket ourselves with ambiguity to fend ourselves from the cold and dark universe that lies beyond our atmosphere.