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("For every new soul you meet, look into their eyes, then take something from your heart and let them know you've read in their eyes." It has become a well-established tradition in recent years that for every good soul I meet and greet, I leave a record, chosen with contemplation. It's a sort of challenge with myself, in an attempt to guess the right record for each person. I have never succeeded in guessing correctly; almost always the record remains a personal love, but it's a ritual that will continue forever because I can't imagine anything more beautiful than playing the soundtrack of someone else's life. Now I start asking - in exchange - for words, because deep down I am nothing more than a selfish being, words sent to me and that I gladly give to you. And here are the first: impressions evoked by this delicate disc that I have always adored. May a kind gesture and a good soul accompany our lives forever.)
Who doesn't like surprises?
Receiving a CD as a gift can even fix a bad start to the day for some people.
"I give you this CD that I adore and I hope you'll like it too: let me know what you think!" This, in summary, is the content of the note that accompanied the CD I found by chance in my room, hidden who knows when by... (checking)...sam! old rascal! Anyway, a promise is a promise, and here I am trying to say something about these "the limp twins". I absolutely have no idea who they are (the musical culture of people like Sam is truly vast and admirable!), but I decide to listen blindly, without any kind of bias (read internet). In the end, I find myself tapping the beat with everything I have on hand, without knowing the song titles and not even remembering the band's name: I'd say it's not a bad start!
Faced with yet another dreary day inside and out, I then decide to pick up the portable CD player and introduce my new gift CD to the city.
It's an afternoon of symbiosis, during which it gets used to its new owner (CDs have a soul, too...) and I free my mind, wandering aimlessly with a silly and pleased smile and bobbing my head here and there.
The music seems like it came from the soundtrack of a Guy Ritchie movie ("The Snatch" or "Lock & Stock", take your pick), a bit jazz, a bit instrumental, a bit blues, sometimes retro, but always catchy and lively.
There's a song that would be perfect for a chase, one for the nonsensical conversations between friends, one for the unmissable introduction scene of the villainous bad guy, and as you continue, you realize the CD has already come to an end: 30 minutes? It seems like an hour has passed!
Apparently, it's quite a difficult CD to find (at least according to the note), but I feel like recommending it anyway because it truly deserves it.
Thank you Sam for the CD, thank you for that silly grin I wore all day, thank you for making me feel happy in a world of automatons who give you dirty looks on the street just because you're listening to music while smiling.
I rummage in my pockets, yes, I still have some "coins," to hell with everyone, I think I'll go to the cinema now!
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