thistle magazine

you’re in an old car, driving away from your home towards a new adventure, drinking iced coffee with the love of your life in the passenger’s seat, planning where you’re going to stop to see the sunset, and dreaming your adventure to be something amazing

you’re in your best friend’s room, blasting music, singing along to all the words, venting about the latest asshole in your life and commenting on the inevitability of heartbreak and now you’re actually free of the expectations of assholes

you’re sitting by a camp fire, it’s cold and a little windy and you’re drinking mulled apple cider and you can hear your friends laughing in the backgroud, but all that you can focus on is the fire and the feeling that you were meant to be doing something bigger

you can’t sleep, you’re on the verge of tears, and all you can think about is the melancholy ache in the pit of your stomach and how there’s a haunting melody filled with acoustic guitars that you can’t place your finger on

I aim to connect the two [music and magic] as often as possible, and have better results some times than others… I try to find the right song to play in my house in my daily life — or in the car or wherever — to join with that moment and elevate it, without being aggressive or too passive. I would say this search is with me non-stop. If it’s in concert-going or dancing in a club or preparing music for people, I try my best to merge the two.

↳ musical aesthetics ; rent