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Life is hard. There is all manner of crazy and fucked up and sad as infinite as grains of sand, each grain unique with it’s own brand of pain. We all suffer. It’s mankind’s default position. It’s easy.
Being happy, on the other hand, that takes hard work and that’s why I need to say this:
Work hard at being happy. It is your right but you have to take it. Work at it like it is the most important thing in your life. Because it is. Chase that muthafuckah down and bitchslap it to the ground. Sit on it and demand respite from the constant shit shower that life wants to throw at you. Do not take no for an answer.
It is the nature of happiness to come and go, so when it is gone, hold on to the memory of it like it’s your own personal forcefield. Wear it like a tattoo. Do not let yourself forget. Because happiness will come around again eventually and when it does, you want to remember what it looks like so you can chase it down all over again.
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Twice by Little Dragon
The first time I heard this song it was being played on one of those random digital radio stations that you just happen upon if you spend some time with a DAB radio. I remember being completely mesmerised by it, how spare it was, the hypnotic lull of those two piano keys and that beautiful soaring voice threading in and out of those metronome straight notes.
When it was finished, I immediately wanted to listen to it again. And again after that. Only one problem: I had no idea who the song was by and I didn’t know the lyrics. When I spoke about it to friends, I could only gibber on about how beautiful and ethereal it was, how it made the back of my neck tingle. In fact, all I knew for sure was that if I ever heard this song again, I would know it immediately.
Now, there is a lot you can do nowadays to find a song if you really want to but you need something a little more concrete than a tingle and a good memory but I didn’t let that stop me. I trawled through radio station playlists, I played every nu folk song on last fm, I searched random playlists. I did not hear what I wanted to hear. I did discover Regina Spektor - but that’s a whole different story.
Basically, I have been waiting to hear this song again for almost two years and I found it again just as randomly, playing out a five minute BBC programme on Myths reworked for a teenage audience. I knew it right away. I felt the tingle but this time I had more, I had the lyrics, so I put them into Google and that’s how I found this song. It is every bit as amazing as I remember but shorter. I am going to listen to it all day today and then I’m going to listen to it again.
And I’m going to attach a weighty significance to it to do with the beauty of random wonderful things and how if you don’t lose faith and you wait long enough, something really, really great could happen. You just have to hold on to the tingle and the memory.
