I don't know why but suddenly I feel tired. Lethargic. Fatigue.
I walk everyday to class.
I take care of what I eat.
I have enough sleep.
But at the end of the day, I feel nonchalant and melancholic. I feel that there is nothing to look forward to during the weekends. The only thing to be excited for would be the upcoming tests and assignments in the next couple of weeks. Life is like a clockwork: it resets when the clock strikes 12. I have had this experience before during a certain point in the semester when I felt that my vigor and enthusiasm abandoning me, my energy dissipating to the cosmos & my passion being blunted by the sharp knives of boredom.
This is where post-rock comes in. You might dismiss it as a mere four or five-piece band playing pointless instrumental music for 5-10 minutes without any vocals but it is more than that. Simon Reynolds, the person responsible in coining this genre, defines post-rock as "using rock instrumentation for non-rock purposes, using guitars as facilitators of timbre and textures rather than riffs and power chords." In layman's term, post-rock is magic.
The difference between this genre with other genres is that it enters deep down into your soul and connects with your feelings. If you are in emotional turmoil, rather than playing other genres of music I'd rather you give post-rock a chance. For example, if you put on Kelly Clarkson's Behind These Hazel Eyes it is YOU who has to listen to what the singer wants to express meaning that you don't really have an outlet to pour your anger, frustration or disappointment. She doesn't really care about what's going on in your mind. On the other hand, if you press play on your iPod to Explosion In The Sky's First Breath After Coma you can just take a deep breathe and THE SONG will be the one listening to your problems, nodding along to what you have to express.
It helps you to step back and think about what you have done or what happened. It helps you calm down and not to react harshly without thinking. It helps you to vent your pent-up anger which you are dying to release. It helps you to shed your tears which you held back for so long. It gives you time and space for you to work out a solution. It gives you hope and strength to weather the storm ahead. It gives you back your real self.
I am currently listening to Deepset's Every Instance Of Time Is A Journey Through Hope. As the title suggests, hopefully by the end of this weekend I will be rejuvenated and raring to go battle through the coming winter which will be dark, long and cold.
I walk everyday to class.
I take care of what I eat.
I have enough sleep.
But at the end of the day, I feel nonchalant and melancholic. I feel that there is nothing to look forward to during the weekends. The only thing to be excited for would be the upcoming tests and assignments in the next couple of weeks. Life is like a clockwork: it resets when the clock strikes 12. I have had this experience before during a certain point in the semester when I felt that my vigor and enthusiasm abandoning me, my energy dissipating to the cosmos & my passion being blunted by the sharp knives of boredom.
This is where post-rock comes in. You might dismiss it as a mere four or five-piece band playing pointless instrumental music for 5-10 minutes without any vocals but it is more than that. Simon Reynolds, the person responsible in coining this genre, defines post-rock as "using rock instrumentation for non-rock purposes, using guitars as facilitators of timbre and textures rather than riffs and power chords." In layman's term, post-rock is magic.
The difference between this genre with other genres is that it enters deep down into your soul and connects with your feelings. If you are in emotional turmoil, rather than playing other genres of music I'd rather you give post-rock a chance. For example, if you put on Kelly Clarkson's Behind These Hazel Eyes it is YOU who has to listen to what the singer wants to express meaning that you don't really have an outlet to pour your anger, frustration or disappointment. She doesn't really care about what's going on in your mind. On the other hand, if you press play on your iPod to Explosion In The Sky's First Breath After Coma you can just take a deep breathe and THE SONG will be the one listening to your problems, nodding along to what you have to express.
It helps you to step back and think about what you have done or what happened. It helps you calm down and not to react harshly without thinking. It helps you to vent your pent-up anger which you are dying to release. It helps you to shed your tears which you held back for so long. It gives you time and space for you to work out a solution. It gives you hope and strength to weather the storm ahead. It gives you back your real self.
I am currently listening to Deepset's Every Instance Of Time Is A Journey Through Hope. As the title suggests, hopefully by the end of this weekend I will be rejuvenated and raring to go battle through the coming winter which will be dark, long and cold.
