I Always Cry At Endings: 2016 and Belle & Sebastian
"I could kill you sure but I could only make you cry with these words" - "Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying"
"Write about love
It could be in any tense
But it must make sense"
- "Write About Love"
Belle & Sebastian have experienced a truly beautiful, and poetic career. Their music is like the lace on a party dress. The dress is beautiful but it is the lace we notice - the poetry that encases what we had previously assumed to be mundane. This Scottish band embellishes the form that our individual worlds take, and punctuate with songs about love, religion, apathy, and some of the most beautiful irreverence imaginable.
During University semesters, I come to rely and submerge myself in the music of Belle & Sebastian. I come to imagine myself as a delicate bird floating between the harsh notes sent my way by my ill brain, or via school stress.
In lieu of a record review, I would much rather have provided this emotional piece. To dissect these albums would be to strip a certain life and refuge from them (not to mention I have about twenty Belle & Sebastian albums to catch up on.)
All I know is that it is important to write what you feel. Passion is important. It's the dress behind the lace. Getting out of practice with your passion (as I have done with both writing, and music) leads to a sort of disconnection between your mind, and what you really want to do.
My point then, is to find your Belle & Sebastian (I highly recommend them). Find those voices that can travel with your dives, and your stunning revivals. Find words that echo your own - filling a chamber with divinity, and art.
I remember a truly wonderful walk that involved only me, Belle & Sebastian, and some friendly neighborhood cats. This is a world I strive to create, and recreate. Proactively for my mental health, and retroactively if I simply forget in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
I truly believe that music is one of many forms that can capture humanity - creating snapshots of who we are at one time, in one era, influence by all the messy media of life. In reveling in the anecdotes of the clever, and musically-talented, we may learn about their struggles, and their triumphs. Their art becoming a mirror for their life (as Oscar Wilde would prompt). Belle & Sebastian have captured a somber genius with wit that radiates like the sun's rays on the cat-filled walks of our lives, and though I cannot articulate extensively the joy their albums bring to my heart, I can take a bit of time out of my day to write a short little piece on their meaning.
We make meaning. Whether it's short or album-sized. We can wrap the world in our lace, being dresses in residence. We have lost so many beautiful artistic souls this past year, that we cannot let their legacy contain a vacuum. You can create new worlds. You can write about love, space, sex, movies, heart-ache, laments, illnesses, plagues. We can come together, and listen to those voices that urge us on - that bring us to tears with their vitality, and brilliance - and we can become the voices we always needed.
- K. MacFarlane