A Sunny Afternoon Indie Playlist

Music has always been a loyal friend to me. The kind of supportive companion that always sticks around when you need them. The one who you always ask for advice when life seems to fall apart. The one who just inspires you by their presence in your life. I listen to music when I am writing. I listen to music when I am crying and sometimes I do all of these things simultaneously. Music keeps me together when I feel like falling apart. Music is my remedy and my drug, especially when I feel down and all of these things happening around me do not feel right anymore. When I do absolutely nothing then music comes to the fore and crawls into my head and into my heart until if fully consumes me. Until I feel like the melody is running through my veins. Music gives my soul a voice when my throat is dry, my brain frazzled and my fingertips too numb to write. I’ve been gone for such a long time. I wouldn’t blame you if you left. Alfie Templeman’s yellow flowers is a song that did not catch me at all when I heard it for the first time. But I added it to my playlist anyway because the title of the song reminded me of spring. But a few days ago, when I started writing this text I felt inspired for the first time in a while. I did not do anything in particular. I just sat in front of my laptop while my playlist played songs in the background. And suddenly it happened. Warm energy ran through my chest area and through my veins as if instead of blood the sweet melody of Yellow Flowers was running through my veins. Being someone who had been away from home for a long time, I could relate to the feeling of the song. The lyrics and the melody have to resonate with you in order to help you reconnect with your suppressed emotions in your chest. That’s why I think that the music that helps you to relax the most is the music that helps you healing yourself by reconnecting your subconscious with your conscious. Another instance was from two days ago, when I was unapologetically happy. It was almost annoying how happy this stupid, boring, sunny day made me feel. But I do believe that you unintentionally find the perfect song when you are happy. I found Bright from Echosmith which I even called cheesy while absolutely loving it. I love all of the songs in my playlist because I can relate to them and because their melodies are catchy and light hearted. Some of these songs sound as if they came from another century. Some of them sound as if your teenage neighbour’s best friend has just recorded himself in a bathroom with his guitar. Some of them have been popular for a few years. I mean who has not heard of Billie Eilish? I tried to forget the fact that she is one of the most popular singers in the world and just listened to ilomilo contemplating about how it reminded me of the sound of falling rain. Then I thought about someone running dramatically in the rain missing their significant other who ran away a few weeks ago. Maybe I should start writing stories again. It is almost scary how easily I make them up and how I would have never started writing again if new music had not inspired me. But I think I will come back to the playlist, although I love complaining about my writer’s blocks. Last summer, I decided to get more into Indie music. A genre which I have always loved but never consciously tried to find new songs. This was the summer when I met you for the first time. Another human being who was in love with discovering indie music. Another human being I fell in love with during summer before I went away to University. I try to discover new Indie music every day since I met her and have not stopped since. And maybe I was so annoyingly happy that one day because I met you again after six months. We met again on a sunny afternoon and I told her about my affection for the moon. If you listen closely to my playlist you will start to understand how happy I felt when seeing her again. And you will understand why it is the perfect sunny afternoon indie playlist, although it seems like a big beautiful mess in the beginning. But that is life, isn’t it?