Sunday Evening's Downcast Playlist

Streetlights. A warm summer night. A long walk. There’s no rush. Maybe you’re going to have dinner, or heading home after. Maybe you have no destination in particular. Does it matter? The night isn’t hot like the day was. A cold front, much welcome, is moving in. No one’s calling, no one’s pushing. It’s just.... a place where time doesn’t exist. Patient is the night.

I wouldn't say I am a fan of Punk music. That being said, I am a fan of PUP. In fact, I would say PUP is one of my favorite bands. Just that right blend of anger and sadness. The entire song is, in fact, about a chameleon. A chameleon that the band had for a music video that one of the band members adopted, only for it to die less than a year later. I think that’s what that blend of anger and sadness indicates. It’s the anger of losing something, or someone, close to you at no fault of your own, feeling that planet sized chunk break off of you, and fall into the pitch black ocean, and the sadness of being without them.   “ I want you to know that I'd spend every bit of my Pitiful savings and loans just to see you again- but I know I won’t.”

Making Me Nervous for me treads the line between “Upbeat” and “Tired”. The entire song has some sort of resignation to it. Like the singer knows the situation they’re running headlong into most likely won’t end well, but is something that can’t be avoided. Even if you can’t stop the current of the river, you can’t help worrying what comes after the waterfall. 

If you do, don’t listen to this song. It’ll bring back things you don’t want to feel.  Unless you’re that type of person. It’s okay if you are. I’m that type of person. 

If you were to ask me where I knew this song from, you’d get nothing as an answer. I know this song. At times, I’d hum to myself, “Relax, take it easy”. Like I was echoing it from somewhere deep in my subconscious. It took a long time, but I finally found it, and it hits such a particular niche in my heart, that I accept why my mind latched onto it. A sort of tropical resignation. A perfect song for this heatwave of a summer.

You’re pulled in by relaxed, nostalgic vocals and light guitar strums, underlaid with almost lazy bass pulls. It’s almost like you can feel the sun going down in late August. It’s been a summer. A long, hot summer. And maybe you didn't leave it with anyone new, but you've had more experiences than you care to mention. Maybe you had someone. Maybe you never really had them. But the sun is setting. A chill is in the air. It’s time to move on. No one blames you, except for yourself.