The coltish lead singer here emerges like rare exotic who only occasionally shows you her eyes, and when you see them, she grows even more mysterious. Herewith, a slow-motion Beach House memory.
The slow-spinning disco-balled oversized Q-tips were cool, at times enshrouding her and bestowing the gargantuan proportions of a thick mane, a la Where the Wild Things Are, and towards the end of the clip shes framed by the glitter, which makes for an elaborate snow queens headdress during a winter carnival in the middle of the desert. Things go from zero to trippy in about forty seconds by way of a languorous verse leading into high flight which offers a dizzying, spiraling glimpse before plunging squarely down in a straight-up churchy affirmation, a baptismal stomp really, during which she pantomimes sporting her Sunday best and holds her hand to her breast as her hair speaks for itself in this case, in slow-motion. I dont usually splice in footage from diff performances but in this case the swimming pool light reflected on her jacket gave it all a watery feel and the slo-mo hair kinda matches this underwater feel at times.
The churning out of this melody strangely had my DJ sensibilities conjuring up Shelleyan Orphans Amanita Muscara mixed into this (odd, the thoughts that come to one during shows, like, please DONT SMOKE too many — if any at all — cigarettes in this tent, as its just 50 minutes, man — or — can you PLEASE quiet down, man youre just jabbering away, and its a relatively short set, but I say nothing, ever)
The clumsy intro comes by way of a happenstance floor-pill that I opted not to take after picking it up, looking around nervously, then reading the container it came in, which read Jack The Ripper, which didnt sound like a proper name for E. Despite opting not to mess with it, it was now in my possessionI ultimately, nervously thew it away in a porta-potty.
It had been forever since Id eaten a pill and I eventually managed to find the perfect one, after acquiring and ultimately deciding not to take a lesser entity. My lovely miracle came in the form of co-camper, one of a posse of three lovely ladies, the fourth of which remained back in SF, making for an extra pill with my name on it. She also shared a magnesium pill with me which was a truly good deed, sparing me morning-after spinal and joint agony. I didnt actually take the pill during Beach house, in fact, this song and this set came to me in a happenstance manner, as Id totally taken Beach House for granted, til an accurately self-described Charlotte Gainsbourg doppleganger I canvassed mentioned Beach House. Curious, I wandered by their tent and I was re-hooked and had to step inside and hope the mellow afternoon grooves would continue, and they certainly did. Apparently Jay-Z and Beyoncee were there but I didnt notice. And in cases like that, its really good to just give the celebs some distance and respect and let them enjoy themselves, you know? I missed Jay-Zs show because Johnny Lydon was in rare form (more on that show in a few) but Ill be crying my eyes out as Jay and his crew hit the chorus for that NY song at Bonnaroo. That damn chorus simply devastates me every time I hear it. Coming back from Cali weary of heart, and with a broken camera — my best friend lent me the worthwhile movie What Just Happened to help me get some perspective on the wild west — my old streets really did once again make me feel brand new.
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Beach House - Walk In The Park - Coachella 2010 HDby ibuprofane14,344 views
my queen
bobili87 9 months ago
I love her!
clubroyalty116 1 year ago