Yes, you have just reached the end of UA-cam. It’s a long way back to where you started. You’ve gone through all sorts of categories of videos on your way here. Here, the road forward cuts off and ahead of you is simply empty space. Slowly but surely, new forms will occupy the space that you see before you. For now, hear the music of processes that quietly, gently untangle themselves into existence. It is not yet to be, but you can already see something unfolding, ever so slowly.
Ten years ago, I lost my first love to a lymphoma. I then decided I would be a doctor and aid people with cancer. Now, ten years later, three weeks from graduating from medical school, I hear this and remember her once more, and how we loved each other in our way. Carol, I did it for you.
i found a ladybug outside the public library, we hung out for about an hour before i went home. sitting outside i realised he'd come with me so i said good bye again. later i found him still in my hair in my kitchen and i laughed for so long with my mom
William Blake thought life had three stages: first innocence, then experience, and finally, innocent experience, where the purity of innocence is regained, but with the strength of experience.
one time when i was 15 i was up late working on an essay for school, exhausted and stressed and crying, and my dad came in around midnight to say he was going to bed and i basically said whatever just leave me alone and then he came back with a bowl of strawberries he sprinkled some sugar over before saying good night. this song feels like that little bowl of sweet strawberries he gave me late at night.
😭 AwWw ...how touching is this 🤡🤣, what a spoiled t.w.4.t ! she treats her dad like sh1t and then he brings her strawberries with sugar, what a sick family
A woman traveling across a field encountered a tiger. She ran, the tiger after her. Coming to a precipice, she caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung herself down, over the edge. The tiger sniffed and snapped at her from above. Trembling, the woman looked down to where, far below, two other tigers were circling, growling and looking up, waiting to eat her. She clung to the vine. Just then, two mice, one white and one black, came out and started to gnaw away at the vine. The woman looked around, wondering how, and if, she might ever escape. As she did, she saw a strawberry, ripe and red, growing near her. She reached out, plucked the strawberry, and put it in her mouth. Smiling, she closed her eyes and thought, “This is the sweetest strawberry I’ve ever tasted!”
I keep thinking of Hosono these days. How it must feel for him to have lost two of his bandmates, his lifelong friends, in a matter of just a few months. How it must feel to be the last living member of YMO. I seriously can not imagine how harrowing it must be for him... RIP Sakamoto RIP Takahashi We love you Hosono, and we love you YMO.
When you consider that he was older than them by about five years, and invited both of them to join the band before their careers had taken off, it's just so heartbreaking. He probably never thought that he'd outlive either of them.
This is like going to a job interview, but being greeted by a man sized frog in a suit, he speaks softly and kindly to you while smiling faintly. You talk about your dreams and aspirations over coffee at a local cafe while it rains outside.
There's a short Saint Etienne spoken-word piece that feels so much like what you described... It's called 'Christmas 1936'. I wish I could find it, but it's not on UA-cam right now...
this music is the music that plays when you make eye contact with the creepy little dried fish at the grocery store. you wonder what he was like in life, who is family was, what his goals and aspirations were and he probably wonders the same about you. you don't speak the same language but you both share 14 minutes of longing, loneliness and happiness bottled into one emotion until the store security drags you outside into the rain with tears streaming down your face. You're left soaking wet in the warm rain and alone only to find out that you in fact are that little dried fish remembering what water once felt like. It is bliss and you wish to be no were else but here in this moment alone.
@@rsullivan6738 dude THAT'S not weird to thank someone for a comment they left for someone that's not you. I was just feeling weird about doing the same to this other person on this videos comment section. Sooo thank you for saying thank you to someone else's comment on a video that's not yours because I presume you felt like I did and simply enjoyed the comment. Haaaa, now I don't feel weird. But what does feel weird is listening to this music and wondering if I stumbled onto an infectious happy section of the internet, I haven't laughed this loud in my lonesome in a long time.
@@skulluckid4390 and thank you ! for thanking someone else for thanking someone else.... I dig the commentary as well. this is the happy section !! Peace !!
The first track sounds like what you would hear if you walked into a library owned by a giant talking cat who makes a killer tiramisu and gives you rare books in return for some neat looking rocks.
this is the music that plays as the credits roll on the movie of your entire life, the theater is dark and empty except for you and you know you're going to have to get up and leave soon and you're okay with that but you want to sit and watch all those familiar names scroll past for just a little longer.
This is the album that plays when you close your eyes one day only to open them and be surrounded by millions of exact replicas of yourself from every minute in time dating back to the moment you were born
my oddest experience in japan was passing through a department store at closing time as this music played and all of the staff lined up along the corridor and silently bowed to me as if i was highly inconvenient royalty
this music is like waking up after sleeping for thousands of years and finding out you’re the only person left on the planet and everything’s really overgrown with plants and moss and there are wild animals wandering everywhere
It's like shopping in a second hand store and finding that jacket that seems like it was made just for you and when you take it home you see a patch under the collar and it says "I love you Jimmy. Be warm. October,1981".
you're sitting on the floor of your grandparents' house, making something out of cardboard. you're not sure exactly what it is, but it's never existed before you made it. you find an old toy and put it somewhere on it. your parents come to pick you up, and you tell them you had a great time.
this made me think of all the times i’d spend the night at my aunt’s house as a kid with my two sisters, and how much fun we all had, and then from there a bunch of childhood memories came flooding back to me at once. i feel happy and warm and nostalgic and a little sad, so thank you for this. i think we forget about things like that sometimes, and it’s nice to remember now and then the good things from the past that are now stuck in time.
You have social anxiety, you're in a crowded train. But today you feel very comfortable on this ride because you are one station away from where you are to meet your favorite person.
the age of technology's ability to recover music that has been hidden away for years in forgotten cassette tapes will never become excessive, will never become too much. thank you for sharing what could of died silently before reaching this unsuspecting community of willing listeners from all worlds, from all times.
technical term is also japanese: Yūgen (幽玄) is a significant concept in Japanese aesthetics that can be found in art, literature, and culture. The word's meaning depends on the context, but it can generally be translated as "dark," "obscure," "dim," "deep," or "mysterious". It can also suggest a mood that is both profound and mysterious, and can encapsulate the allure of something that is beyond what is immediately apparent
You have been watching a small black beetle climb from the skirting board towards the ceiling for three hours. It navigates the cracks in the paint gracefully, and comes eventually to the portrait of a woman that you painted five years ago. Gently, the beetle nudges around the frame, kissing along it's boundaries until it finds a corner. Your gaze leaves the beetle, and locks with the painting, with the soft brown tones of it's subject's eyes. You realise that you've not spoken to her for decades, and have forgotten why. It dawns on you that you've forgotten who the woman is, or if she is even real. She was important to you, once and for a single brilliant moment. In her frame, she is smiling tentatively, with a mouth at once joyful, timid and oh so tender. From the corner of your eye, a single silver tear rolls until it meets your lips. You know what you have to do, and pick up the phone. In the dark of the ceiling, barely touched by the low light of the fire, the beetle watches, satisfied with his work.
Hosono did a a fantastic job of capturing the feeling of bleak hopefulness. Like you know things will be alright in the end but for now you're unsure and a little afraid, but thinking positively and patience will set you straight.
First track feels like I died a while ago. But I can still move. I'm searching for something throughout grassy mountains. Maybe a lost love. The song is telling me it's alright. It says I can close my eyes now.
I drove around with my newborn son in the car one time playing this and he just quietly listened, presumably looking out the window as the world passed by him in reverse from his rear-facing car seat. After some time had passed I pulled over and turned around so I could see him in the mirror that hung behind his seat. I asked "are you doing ok bubby?" and he smiled at me
This is like waking up at 3am because you are hungry. So you head to the kitchen, and find out a giant insect already sticking some marmalade between two slices of bread. The insect offers the sandwich to you, as a sign of respect. You take a bite out of it, and start crying tears of joy. It's a beautiful sandwich, and the winter is coming to an end
It’s my 365th day sober from alcohol and drugs , I wander in my room sipping peppermint tea watching my memories. Laughing at the rage fueled would be regrets . But I’m no weak soul, for everything’s turned out just the way it was supposed to. Now that I’ve stop running and started to breathe.
good for you man, lost my mom to addiction, tried her whole life to get away from it, some never do. i know it wasn't easy, but you did it, i upon many others are proud of you.
The music that plays when you go through old messages of a friend who you have grown apart from. Happier times encapsulated by the viscous amber of time.
this is the music when you open a board that you never noticed in your closet and find a civilization of tiny mouse people living in your walls with tiny beautiful old European country houses
This song is the quiet after you cry when you can’t feel much of anything but a shadow of happiness and you wonder what you were even crying about. No matter how hard you try you can’t remember. There’s nothing but this song and dried tears on your face.
This is the music that plays when you are lost at sea on a sailboat, floating away into oblivion. You know that you’ll experience your demise via wreckage or starvation, but as your little boat rocks along you realize that everyone you know will always be left in a state of wonder about your final moments, how it happened or felt. Only you will share this experience with the universe. You’ve never felt privacy like this before.
It seems like a lot of these comments are describing what the first track sounds like, and they've done an incredible job, so I won't try to compete with them. The second track sounds like a mime discovering that their lover has hung themself, and then trying to explain, silently, the experience of this new horrific shock. Realizing that even words cannot convey the feeling, the mime goes back to the usual street performance: casually leaning against nothing, trying to escape a box that is growing ever smaller, pulling on the rope. The movements, graceful as a petals falling from the Camellia , nevertheless betray an anguish so great that when the mime pretends to fight the wind, you can feel the gust tugging at your shirt.
I'm in Norway, it's getting late, I'm at my desk with the window ajar, working on a script nearing its deadline. It's raining outside. The ocean is glistening occasionally when the moon is let through the damp, dark clouds. I can see the mountains far away, sprinkled with soft snow, and I'm cheered that they are real and traversable. This beauty exists, and it is enough for me.
What you feel is real, it's there, in you, describing the highest ideal and meaning. If something carries within it enough meaning, then maybe the suffering is worth it. For me, this is film. For you, it might be something else. Make the pursuit of it outweigh the sacrifice required to get there. Go get 'em girl.
i'm on my way across Canada, to live by the oceans and mountains in British Columbia. I have driven over 3000km so far, i'm almost there. 2 more days. If you like, visit my channel and follow my journey, listen to this in the background. It makes sense for the Canadian wilderness mid February. You are a great writer. Cheers.
you came quite close to the mark, maybe closer than you know. for me, it's music. however, i feel that the social element of music is important to the experience. the community surrounding the creation and sharing of the music is integral and mosaic. i feel a need to be in a city in order to collaborate, but also because i believe that people must learn to live together and work together for us to overcome the many differences we face as a society. in the usa, there has long been too much spreading out and expansion. many urban dwellings remain empty while developers litter the countryside with tract mansions, all in the name of isolation and personal kingdoms. the american dream is to be alone, unfettered by others' beliefs and proclivities, regardless of the cost; it's tearing us apart
There are few ways to enjoy being alone that are enduring enough to sustain you through the years. Habits change, your home changes, the weather changes. However nothing is more constant than perhaps the beating of your heart, even as irregular, sped up, or slowed down as it may be. Without a sense of direction or an idea of what to do with the day, the heart still beats and time does not stop. It is the only constant joy enduring enough to grab your attention when nothing else will. Perhaps sit on a bench or on the ground, under a tree, and do nothing. Sit on your couch in your home, or stand at the window, or lay in your bed, alone, and do nothing. You will see what grabs your attention, once nothing else will, and you have exhausted all the things in front of your eyes, in your ears, in your nose, and even that which you touch. Senses are fleeting, but the heart beat will endure. Until it no longer does.
Among all the hilarious replies here, I really enjoyed this comment. I keep hearing about meditation and think, "I know that would be good for me." Maybe I'll really give it a shot after reading this.
this took me back to this one time my little brother was playing with a toy fishing pole in his grandpa's front yard, casting it out and pulling it back in. just a little toddler making sound effects. I don't know what he caught, or if he released it. I guess you could say he was catching dreams, and in that case I hope he holds on to them forever. I miss him so much
This album does not exist in a historical sense but speaks to the history or reinvention of history we are all involved in through the internet and archiving and database websites. It is a recombination of 細野晴臣 [Haruomi Hosono] tracks from 花に水 with a new cover as it was uploaded to youtube . The ep has 100 rym ratings and 300,000+ listens on youtube as of now. It became a huge hit and is pinned as this great rediscovery of lost great music within online music communities. However its not even real-- as in a thing that was actually released in 1984 with this cover art and these tracks. But it is real in a collective reimagining and invention. This new recreation and contextualization gives it new meaning. It is in fact better given a fake cover and an added track or at least has far greater appeal and attraction to contemporary listeners. The new striking cover and gentle soft flowing ambient synth sounds created a new a e s t h e t i c combination that added to its appeal for music listeners of 2017 that the true 1984 cassette release of 花に水 did not. It raises questions of what defines authentic release and authentic listening experiences. It shows how much we assume of past and history to be real and our power to reinvent history through acceptance of accidental or purposeful misinformation. How we can easily be fooled by proposed authority of facts. In fact I only say its fake as others have pointed out its fake on here and youtube but they have just as much authority on reality as those who assumed it to be real. With the internet it has become much easier for reality and history to be changed by misinformation and collective acceptance and spreading of inaccurate information. That may seem inherently bad but this album shows that recreating history can actual recreate good things just as it has the potential to create bad. In the past those with authority to record history were much fewer and only allowed by those already with power. However now anyone with an internet connection can create an album release entry on RYM or upload an album to youtube.
"An original is a creation motivated by desire. Any reproduction of an originals motivated be necessity. It is marvelous that we are the only species that creates gratuitous forms. To create is divine, to reproduce is human." - Man Ray -- side note, the internet is a great thing. and so is sharing art in my opinion. i'm seeing this as some beautiful music someone made.. and getting some satisfaction out of it while living my life. more tools in the hands of people ultimately means more content and options which is a chance to find things you really enjoy.
The first song is how it feels to come back to an empty house in the middle of a spring rainstorm after a long day. You're tired and ready to relax and as you're taking off your shoes and your damp clothes you're struck by the fact that this is it. You've lived your whole life up to this moment to get here, and you sit down and think about how you're going to go to work tomorrow and do the same thing, week after week, and you're struck by a melancholy nostalgia for the freedom you had as a child. There's a calm acceptance that comes with it, your life is alright, but there's also a crushing loneliness that comes with realizing the death of your past self and all the opportunity they had. You sit, staring at the corner of the carpet that has been fraying for as long as you can remember, and embrace whatever the future will bring you.
@@Undressful The second song is driving home at night on an unfamiliar road. Your GPS is spotty and redirects you every time you've got signal long enough for it to reconnect. You've got more than enough gas to get home and you don't have responsibilities tomorrow, so you're not in a rush but it's still unsettling to be so utterly lost. You look off to the shoulder and you see a deer for just a moment. It's too dark to see whether it's still there when you look in your rear view mirror.
listening to this music makes me feel like i've been walking for 10 miles with a pebble in my shoe, only to take it out and find out it's a human tooth
erik idiot OMG... I totally get it right now... Like the feeling of something being inherently wrong, but you just not feeling it is worng but beautiful instead... why do I feel like i've dreamt about that exact same scene??
i come here to listen to this album about once a couple months and also to see the comments and how there is no hate. just someone’s feelings about this album and how they are doing in life.
My childhood dog, Speedy, just passed away. I came here immediately. I watched his birth, We watched each other grow. He was more of a "speed bump" than a Speedy; until he got the zooms. Last night, The Puppy Princess took him away when we weren't looking. He laid by the front door (I assume) in hopes to go outside one last time. He was a good boy.
You are a young bamboo shoot. It's finally spring. Peeking up just above the ground, you're seeing the sun for the first time. Dew drops decorate your surroundings, reflecting its light with a crystal-like brilliance. Birds fly overhead, birds of all colours and shapes. You hear them sing, their melodies harmonising with the excited chatter of the cicadas, ringing in the new season. You absorb all of this life and beauty, giving you the strength to grow tall and become a part of the harmony that surrounds you. You are happy.
This feels like going into a Kroger at 3AM and there's one employee asleep at the counter and only every other light is on. The store is impeccably clean, and all the items are in line and adjusted. It's so lonely but warm and populated at the same time.
And then the second piece is being fucking chased through the alleyway behind the store by a strange man in a costume but you aren't sure it's a costume God you hope it's a costume and you trip on a bone and you fall and
I have been incredibly depressed lately...feeling so lonely, and fearing that i have no purpose in life. Listening to this music...reading these comments...i feel so nostalgic and comfortable and almost whole again. Its so weird man. No one is alone in the world. Purpose or not, I'm glad you're here.
I wake up at 5 am when everyone’s still sleeping, turning up that album and do my morning routine with no lights in a complete darkness (shower, teeth, dressing up etc.). All of this has such a weird chill vibe with this music, like I’m alone in a strange world with no one else in it, but it’s not depressing or sad, it’s just peaceful
This sounds like someone who has been physically in a coma for 30 years, but whose soul got transported to a parallel dimension where everything exists in a perpetual twilight and all the people are just human-sized woodland creatures in human clothes. In this world, their family has given up hope on them awakening; in the parallel world, they have a small but cozy apartment that they share with their close friend, a chipmunk. A tired nurse replaces their IV- she thinks she is possibly the only one who still cares about them; the chipmunk puts a kettle of tea on the stove and asks her strange human friend if they would prefer oolong or chamomile tonight.
Ive cried to this cassette so many times. Ive written about it for class and have shared it to so many friends. Its an amazing feeling to listen to something that grounds you. Ive read so many comments on here and love the community and the stories that people share. Its great seeing people get together, strangers pouring their hearts out because of the feelings that were evoked when listening to this. I learned about this cassette 3 years ago, I dont listen to it as often but when i do, its so refreshing. It clears the mind but it also makes me sad when nostalgia comes into play. Will forever be one of my faves.
yeah, I can feel the innocent and naive attitude of the little thing while it searches for something... yet I can also feel how that something is destined to ruin the robot's life exprience in a horrific way... like a mix between peace before the storm and the forced and traumatic experience of leaving innocence to see the world bare skinned...
Then you realise that strange planet is Earth and no humans exist any more. Only the ruins of our civilisation endure...and one lone robot child exploring it in pure isolation, destined to never understand what it all means.
I've just closed my eyes and thought about how this song takes me back to the simpler times of childhood. I feel sad that we no longer live in the simpler times of the 90s and look around my room to realise that it is filled with pieces of art that represent every decade since the 70s. I realise that when we yearn for the past, we yearn for the good elements and that that version of that time period can only ever exist in the mind. It is time for me to live in the present.
I'm pretty sure you knew it but ua-cam.com/video/49ZK_EVWIBM/v-deo.html (Haruomi Hosono - Video Game Music) mostly-retro.com/2015/01/07/game-music-revue-video-game-music-1984/
maybe once or twice a year i come back to this upload specifically just to read the comments people have left since. they're more scarce now. but yet, i wish to see you. understand a stranger who i will never meet. we are everything and you are the universe. i love you
This is like when you open a shoebox expecting it to be full of childhood knick-nacks and objects with sentimental value only to find a single periwinkle shell you picked up from the family beach trip 22 years ago
29:49 on March 7th of this year, my big brother passed away at the age of 32, leaving behind his wife and two children. I’ll never forget that day at the hospital. This song was playing in my head as I held his hand and said goodbye to him for the last time. The sunset on that day was absolutely beautiful, Chris. We miss you so much. Keep watching over the family, I love you.
as a boy my stepdad, mom and step siblings would take a drive to the outskirts of Albuquerque to collect tadpoles in a seasonal pond. It was so much fun and my earliest memory of nature, getting muddy and slimy. The frogs were so cute and miniature. It was very nice
This is the kinda music that plays when you're going down your long, dark hallway at 3am and for whatever reason you just... Sit down. And you think. Your cat walks up to you and you pet him, and as you look at him your loneliness has had a level of happiness settle onto it, much like oil on top of water.
Can you please tell me what has happened? I was going to listen to this on my next trip. Are you feeling happy? Sad? What kind of experience did you have?
@@iankowalczyk8455 @Jack Lilly terribly sorry for the late response to both of you, I'm afraid that I'm about 3 years late. My experience of listening to this album while under the influence of psilocybin was positive. For whatever reason, I've never reacted badly to psilocybin in comparison to other people I know that have gone through an extreme range of emotions while under the influence. This album brought me a sense of calmness at the time, and continues to do so. If I was to think back, I think I felt happy the day after the trip, and felt like I was content about life for the first time in quite a while. This was however, a bit over 4 years ago for me, and much has changed in my life since then. I hope to feel that sense of peace with life again some day. Cheers, gentlemen.
Never before have I been so entranced and in love with such a repetitive unchanging piece of music. It stays the same and still feels like something new every moment.
This is the song that plays when you beat the game, but rescue the wrong princess. The king cant bring himself to tell the rejoicing peasents, or you, the hero who sacrificed so much, the hollowing truth. He welcomes this exhausted, traumatized young woman into his castle with a blue heartbroken smile and open arms. Night falls upon the kingdom, he stands alone overlooking his rejoicing kingdom. Mourning the loss of his child in stoic isolation. The text reads "Congratulations". Scroll credits.
If you play this album backwards under a full moon and spring cherry blossoms wearing nothing but moss you'll receive instructions on your true purpose in life, but you probably won't like it.
I was listening to this for the first time and while I was my 7 month old daughter crawled for the first time towards my phone. I now love this even more
Sitting here with my 2 year old boy on a quiet morning listening to it while he eats his cereal. There's a beautiful sense of peace as a parent knowing that you are exactly where you're supposed to be when you're with them
This music is what plays during the conversation you have with the Crow which sits upon a street lamp. "Why do you choose to stay in this town, sat upon that street lamp alone, when you could fly to anywhere you like?" The crow looks into your soul and responds "Why do you...?"
not really as deep as other comments but this just makes me really miss my best friend. we’ve been apart for 8 months and there’s one month left before i get home. i love them so much. when i think about going to their house for the first time since april, bringing pretzels and pink milk and giving them the longest hug ever, even if it’s awkward and even though we never really hugged, i tear up. i imagine riding my bike from my house to theirs and it’s my favourite time of day when the sky’s all golden and pink and the air is still faintly warm and whatever song i play it feels amazing. and then we talk for hours about everything and nothing, over and over.
As I was laying down on my bed while listening to the music. In the first track of the album, I imagine I'm walking in a plaza late at night. All of the shops are closed except one, a convenience store that opens 24/7.
When the second track of the album plays, I suddenly felt the sense of paranoia and curiosity. I felt as I'm not the only one walking in the plaza late at night. I feel like someone is following me.
Suddenly, I saw a sillouette standing by. Curious of what the sillouette actually look like, I decided to go near it. But as I go towards it, the farther it goes. I believe it's not some janitor or creep, I didn't see any equipment beside it or anything. The sillouette starts to fade and I started running towards it.
The third track plays, it's morning and the plaza is now bright by the rising sun. I was surprised that I didn't felt sleepy or drowsy at all due to the fact that I just stayed all night in a dark,quiet plaza chasing at nothing. I was awe at the architectural beauty and the aesthetic of the plaza has given to me. I didn't realize how beautiful the place is until it was empty and quiet. And I was just sitting at the side of a big fountain in the center of the plaza. "Wow, what a ride.", I said to myself despite the visuals I'm having is not that intense as other people are having.
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This tape was made to listen to while reading the comments of this upload of the tape.
Stan Maertens and to talk about lots of bugs and emotional stores while in said comment section.
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thank you man from 2 years ago
And... you are the tape.
This is the music that plays when you get to the end of youtube.
Yes IT DOES. I'm here!
im crying i dotn want toget to the end of youtube
Kitty Donut Wolf eh think of how fucked UA-cam is though like the bad parts lol you may want he end after all
a long journey, finally coming to an end.
Yes, you have just reached the end of UA-cam. It’s a long way back to where you started. You’ve gone through all sorts of categories of videos on your way here. Here, the road forward cuts off and ahead of you is simply empty space. Slowly but surely, new forms will occupy the space that you see before you. For now, hear the music of processes that quietly, gently untangle themselves into existence. It is not yet to be, but you can already see something unfolding, ever so slowly.
Ten years ago, I lost my first love to a lymphoma. I then decided I would be a doctor and aid people with cancer.
Now, ten years later, three weeks from graduating from medical school, I hear this and remember her once more, and how we loved each other in our way.
Carol, I did it for you.
This is too beautiful in a bitter sweet kind of way. Hope your medical career is going well for you.
This can’t be real :( if it is I cried for your love ❤️
You are the flower.
God bless you, Jesus Christ is king!!
Hope u have a beautiful life dear
i found a ladybug outside the public library, we hung out for about an hour before i went home. sitting outside i realised he'd come with me so i said good bye again. later i found him still in my hair in my kitchen and i laughed for so long with my mom
This music has the purity and innocence of a child with the wisdom of an old man.
Now THIS is the comment that should have plus two thousand likes!
Not the other first day of poetry class rejects.
like that one kid from twin peaks that spawns creamed corn from thin air
Love it.
William Blake thought life had three stages: first innocence, then experience, and finally, innocent experience, where the purity of innocence is regained, but with the strength of experience.
@@Frisenette This comment section was 100% positive and you had to ruin it
one time when i was 15 i was up late working on an essay for school, exhausted and stressed and crying, and my dad came in around midnight to say he was going to bed and i basically said whatever just leave me alone and then he came back with a bowl of strawberries he sprinkled some sugar over before saying good night. this song feels like that little bowl of sweet strawberries he gave me late at night.
that’s so sweet. your father sounds like an amazing man.
This comment made me cry because reminds me of my own dad and he doesn't have much life left.
@@dmallow5442 OMG... I am _so sorry_ to hear that . . . ! ! 😿 I'm just glad he was an awesome dad.💖
😭 AwWw ...how touching is this 🤡🤣, what a spoiled t.w.4.t ! she treats her dad like sh1t and then he brings her strawberries with sugar, what a sick family
A woman traveling across a field encountered a tiger. She ran, the tiger after her. Coming to a precipice, she caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung herself down, over the edge. The tiger sniffed and snapped at her from above. Trembling, the woman looked down to where, far below, two other tigers were circling, growling and looking up, waiting to eat her.
She clung to the vine.
Just then, two mice, one white and one black, came out and started to gnaw away at the vine. The woman looked around, wondering how, and if, she might ever escape. As she did, she saw a strawberry, ripe and red, growing near her. She reached out, plucked the strawberry, and put it in her mouth. Smiling, she closed her eyes and thought, “This is the sweetest strawberry I’ve ever tasted!”
Getting a spider to crawl onto an old junk mail so you can set it outside politely.
Sadly, that polite act usually kills the spider. It was coming inside to find a good temperature.
I guess that repeating note represents the drops of water, and the flower is us. Haruomi Hosono is watering us.
deep comment is deep
water me
water me harder daddy
Water me father
hhnnnng im a thirsty little flower . you have to water me with your PEE mr hosono
I keep thinking of Hosono these days. How it must feel for him to have lost two of his bandmates, his lifelong friends, in a matter of just a few months. How it must feel to be the last living member of YMO. I seriously can not imagine how harrowing it must be for him...
RIP Sakamoto
RIP Takahashi
We love you Hosono, and we love you YMO.
When you consider that he was older than them by about five years, and invited both of them to join the band before their careers had taken off, it's just so heartbreaking. He probably never thought that he'd outlive either of them.
This music is the journey of a microscopic snake moving through outer space at one mile per hour.
This is like going to a job interview, but being greeted by a man sized frog in a suit, he speaks softly and kindly to you while smiling faintly. You talk about your dreams and aspirations over coffee at a local cafe while it rains outside.
Garret Gunheim perfect description
animal crossing
I think you may just be Haruomi Hosono commenting on his own albums incognito, using a high-quality online Japanese to English translator. "Garret"
kinda
@mondellomusic You're imagining the wrong cafe.
It's 7 am on Christmas morning. Everyone else is still asleep, but you've never felt more awake.
mighty comment, friend
There's a short Saint Etienne spoken-word piece that feels so much like what you described... It's called 'Christmas 1936'. I wish I could find it, but it's not on UA-cam right now...
wasnt expecting you on here lmao
this music is the music that plays when you make eye contact with the creepy little dried fish at the grocery store. you wonder what he was like in life, who is family was, what his goals and aspirations were and he probably wonders the same about you. you don't speak the same language but you both share 14 minutes of longing, loneliness and happiness bottled into one emotion until the store security drags you outside into the rain with tears streaming down your face. You're left soaking wet in the warm rain and alone only to find out that you in fact are that little dried fish remembering what water once felt like. It is bliss and you wish to be no were else but here in this moment alone.
amazing comment
Fugg I didn't ask for feels
Brilliant
dead fishes doesn't feel and doesn't think, so this comment is just a lie!
Pcp bby
My wife recently put an old blanket in a cardboard box, and now one of our cats loves sleeping in it. It's her fort. Her name is Carla.
I teared up.
Inspired 😎
Your wife Carla needs to grow a spine and take back her fort.
Hope you have children.
hey i really appreciated this comment it suits the music a lot
This is the warmest shade of grey I've ever felt.
Thank you.
@@rsullivan6738 dude THAT'S not weird to thank someone for a comment they left for someone that's not you. I was just feeling weird about doing the same to this other person on this videos comment section. Sooo thank you for saying thank you to someone else's comment on a video that's not yours because I presume you felt like I did and simply enjoyed the comment. Haaaa, now I don't feel weird.
But what does feel weird is listening to this music and wondering if I stumbled onto an infectious happy section of the internet, I haven't laughed this loud in my lonesome in a long time.
Smoked oyster grey?
I feel it’s more teal and pink
@@skulluckid4390 and thank you ! for thanking someone else for thanking someone else.... I dig the commentary as well. this is the happy section !! Peace !!
can only assume this is what it feels like to be a fungus
nah fungi are more into dubstep
Liam McFarland a little mushroom dancing to this song
fungi lullaby :)
most underrated comment EVER
27:45
Yes, a very sad, musty, shrivelled fungus.
The first track sounds like what you would hear if you walked into a library owned by a giant talking cat who makes a killer tiramisu and gives you rare books in return for some neat looking rocks.
I hope the people that makes Animal Crossing find this comment.
Ikr
I want to go there so badly
Whoa..
I want to talk with your imagination for hours, please! :)
this is the music that plays as the credits roll on the movie of your entire life, the theater is dark and empty except for you and you know you're going to have to get up and leave soon and you're okay with that but you want to sit and watch all those familiar names scroll past for just a little longer.
This comment right here along with the third song. Fuck man.
:')
The third piece is like watching that movie, all the way through to the end where you died, and just seeing your own name come up, then fade to black.
Dude you made me cry, wtf
you got me
This is exactly the perfect music for when I'm grocery shopping for lettuce in bulk.
You secretly a character from Avatar?
bro how did you describe this perfectly
This is the album that plays when you close your eyes one day only to open them and be surrounded by millions of exact replicas of yourself from every minute in time dating back to the moment you were born
God this thing is beautiful...
I never expected to see you here. Keep up the great videos!
@@nouveau_nouveau He actually mentioned it in a UA-cam video talking about music.
You mean life
Do I know you from somewhere
Your last video is phenomenal, Leadhead
It's surely great knowing your channel and works, keep it up!
my oddest experience in japan was passing through a department store at closing time as this music played and all of the staff lined up along the corridor and silently bowed to me as if i was highly inconvenient royalty
Japan in a nutshell. Thanks for sharing
@@CarlCampbell fuck you Carl
this music is like waking up after sleeping for thousands of years and finding out you’re the only person left on the planet and everything’s really overgrown with plants and moss and there are wild animals wandering everywhere
No thats plantasia, great listen
I hate it when that happens
made me lol hahaha
your imagination is amazing. wkwkwk.
Only not plants and moss, only lichen
i've never cried while reading a youtube comment section before
@@Caillouteletub123 ?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿
It's like shopping in a second hand store and finding that jacket that seems like it was made just for you and when you take it home you see a patch under the collar and it says "I love you Jimmy. Be warm. October,1981".
and your name is Jimmy
And it's 2020
That is adorable 🌻🌼🌻
Awwwww
you're sitting on the floor of your grandparents' house, making something out of cardboard. you're not sure exactly what it is, but it's never existed before you made it. you find an old toy and put it somewhere on it. your parents come to pick you up, and you tell them you had a great time.
this is so wholesome
This comment is sad and happy
wtf
this made me think of all the times i’d spend the night at my aunt’s house as a kid with my two sisters, and how much fun we all had, and then from there a bunch of childhood memories came flooding back to me at once. i feel happy and warm and nostalgic and a little sad, so thank you for this. i think we forget about things like that sometimes, and it’s nice to remember now and then the good things from the past that are now stuck in time.
yo
You have social anxiety, you're in a crowded train. But today you feel very comfortable on this ride because you are one station away from where you are to meet your favorite person.
I love this.
This is beautiful. Thank you for this comment.
the age of technology's ability to recover music that has been hidden away for years in forgotten cassette tapes will never become excessive, will never become too much. thank you for sharing what could of died silently before reaching this unsuspecting community of willing listeners from all worlds, from all times.
Dead tapes are the universes secrets now
@@mrjoejon6882
exact.
In the silence between the second song and the third I thought the computer was going to say my name
Elb 😂😭🤣🤣🤣
We could swear it did.
Sorry taking so long to answer, time passes different here.
When you go to clean out your closet but wind up spending the entire afternoon rummaging through your old things and reminiscing
i came here for a humidifier but now im crying in a store
Could be worse (IE: see David Coulter - Dead Vacuum)
@@mariamason1919 What do you mean? I tried to look it up because I thought you were referring to a song title
There's tears all over my reasonably priced notebooks.
this sounds like a bug admiring how big a human is while the human admires how big the night sky is
That describes it so well.
Poet you
technical term is also japanese: Yūgen (幽玄) is a significant concept in Japanese aesthetics that can be found in art, literature, and culture. The word's meaning depends on the context, but it can generally be translated as "dark," "obscure," "dim," "deep," or "mysterious". It can also suggest a mood that is both profound and mysterious, and can encapsulate the allure of something that is beyond what is immediately apparent
This is what your house furniture is listening to when you left for a summer vacation.
Dj Cupboard
You have been watching a small black beetle climb from the skirting board towards the ceiling for three hours. It navigates the cracks in the paint gracefully, and comes eventually to the portrait of a woman that you painted five years ago. Gently, the beetle nudges around the frame, kissing along it's boundaries until it finds a corner. Your gaze leaves the beetle, and locks with the painting, with the soft brown tones of it's subject's eyes. You realise that you've not spoken to her for decades, and have forgotten why. It dawns on you that you've forgotten who the woman is, or if she is even real. She was important to you, once and for a single brilliant moment. In her frame, she is smiling tentatively, with a mouth at once joyful, timid and oh so tender. From the corner of your eye, a single silver tear rolls until it meets your lips. You know what you have to do, and pick up the phone. In the dark of the ceiling, barely touched by the low light of the fire, the beetle watches, satisfied with his work.
The name of that beetle?
Beetles don't give themselves names.
Amazing
This was very beautiful to read. Please consider storytelling/poetry.
@@ZackAhmedPhotography Thank you. I actually write poetry and flash fiction but have no idea what to do with it or where to post them.
@@joshbooker4859 reddit. you will be loved there.
This sounds like a moth mourning its brother on display at a museum a few hours before the museum opens
Gregory E 😢
BRO
Damn
Hosono did a a fantastic job of capturing the feeling of bleak hopefulness. Like you know things will be alright in the end but for now you're unsure and a little afraid, but thinking positively and patience will set you straight.
I needed this. Thank you.
sounds like the "insert coin to continue" screen of life
This is too accurate
i'm out of coins.
just like if you were in a life-threatening condition and had to pay for your hospital bills :)
Bro sorry I want to give you a like but my left screen is broken and I keep accidentally dislike it🌧😢
The princess is in another castle
First track feels like I died a while ago. But I can still move. I'm searching for something throughout grassy mountains. Maybe a lost love. The song is telling me it's alright. It says I can close my eyes now.
I drove around with my newborn son in the car one time playing this and he just quietly listened, presumably looking out the window as the world passed by him in reverse from his rear-facing car seat. After some time had passed I pulled over and turned around so I could see him in the mirror that hung behind his seat. I asked "are you doing ok bubby?" and he smiled at me
This is like waking up at 3am because you are hungry. So you head to the kitchen, and find out a giant insect already sticking some marmalade between two slices of bread. The insect offers the sandwich to you, as a sign of respect. You take a bite out of it, and start crying tears of joy. It's a beautiful sandwich, and the winter is coming to an end
dmsanct goddamn I haven't even heard the thing but your comment got me crazy emotional
You are a good man
lol
I don't know what you took to write this, but I want it now.
+dmsanct
What kind of insect?
You've been too generic..
Like that one town in a JRPG where everyone keeps asking if you've seen Billy because he went missing and his parents are worried
Billy is okay.
Lmao
Hint: Billy is in the Forest.
earthbound
It’s my 365th day sober from alcohol and drugs , I wander in my room sipping peppermint tea watching my memories. Laughing at the rage fueled would be regrets . But I’m no weak soul, for everything’s turned out just the way it was supposed to. Now that I’ve stop running and started to breathe.
Keep on Jaymond! :D
good for you man, lost my mom to addiction, tried her whole life to get away from it, some never do. i know it wasn't easy, but you did it, i upon many others are proud of you.
i'm so proud of you, man!
This is the perfect example of progress and love within your own character
You've come so far! I wish you nothing but good memories and happiness ♡
The music that plays when you go through old messages of a friend who you have grown apart from. Happier times encapsulated by the viscous amber of time.
This fucked me up a little
this is the music when you open a board that you never noticed in your closet and find a civilization of tiny mouse people living in your walls with tiny beautiful old European country houses
i think i read a book like that once, but can't for the life of me remember
@@matthewhack6510 Mrs. Frisby and the rats of Nimh?
@@hi-fistereo8987 that'd be the one! you just opened up a memory i didn't even know i had, thank you.
@@matthewhack6510 haha no problem. I hardly remember that book myself, my teacher read it to the class when I was in maybe 1st or second grade!
This music is the music that plays when you click on the search bar and type "watering a flower" then click the video with the cassette artwork
this is like watching a clock that only has an hour hand
Wow... this made me feel a lot.
Almost like watching a plant grow, but not as hardcore
@@andyedwards9011 In 0.5x speed
Alec Hopkins look up Slow watches, I got one recently and couldn’t be happier:)
So boring then?
This song is the quiet after you cry when you can’t feel much of anything but a shadow of happiness and you wonder what you were even crying about. No matter how hard you try you can’t remember. There’s nothing but this song and dried tears on your face.
This is the music that plays when you are lost at sea on a sailboat, floating away into oblivion. You know that you’ll experience your demise via wreckage or starvation, but as your little boat rocks along you realize that everyone you know will always be left in a state of wonder about your final moments, how it happened or felt. Only you will share this experience with the universe. You’ve never felt privacy like this before.
Look up a movie called All Is Lost. It stars Robert Redford. I think you might like it.
It seems like a lot of these comments are describing what the first track sounds like, and they've done an incredible job, so I won't try to compete with them.
The second track sounds like a mime discovering that their lover has hung themself, and then trying to explain, silently, the experience of this new horrific shock. Realizing that even words cannot convey the feeling, the mime goes back to the usual street performance: casually leaning against nothing, trying to escape a box that is growing ever smaller, pulling on the rope. The movements, graceful as a petals falling from the Camellia
, nevertheless betray an anguish so great that when the mime pretends to fight the wind, you can feel the gust tugging at your shirt.
美しい
wow
damn
I felt that.
@@anakinsaephanh2134 the wind?
Brings back memories that I never had.
There was that one time.... *stares to the distance*
Is that Blade Runner plot?
this music is what music listens to
@@AndBusinessIsGood love that poem you just wrote 👍🏼✍🏾👂🏾👉🏾👈🏾
public service announcement jingle for a city of worms
I'm in Norway, it's getting late, I'm at my desk with the window ajar, working on a script nearing its deadline. It's raining outside. The ocean is glistening occasionally when the moon is let through the damp, dark clouds. I can see the mountains far away, sprinkled with soft snow, and I'm cheered that they are real and traversable. This beauty exists, and it is enough for me.
i just got cold shivers reading ur text , idk why but i did
should it be enough? it makes me sad to consider it
What you feel is real, it's there, in you, describing the highest ideal and meaning. If something carries within it enough meaning, then maybe the suffering is worth it. For me, this is film. For you, it might be something else. Make the pursuit of it outweigh the sacrifice required to get there. Go get 'em girl.
i'm on my way across Canada, to live by the oceans and mountains in British Columbia. I have driven over 3000km so far, i'm almost there. 2 more days. If you like, visit my channel and follow my journey, listen to this in the background. It makes sense for the Canadian wilderness mid February. You are a great writer. Cheers.
you came quite close to the mark, maybe closer than you know. for me, it's music. however, i feel that the social element of music is important to the experience. the community surrounding the creation and sharing of the music is integral and mosaic. i feel a need to be in a city in order to collaborate, but also because i believe that people must learn to live together and work together for us to overcome the many differences we face as a society. in the usa, there has long been too much spreading out and expansion. many urban dwellings remain empty while developers litter the countryside with tract mansions, all in the name of isolation and personal kingdoms. the american dream is to be alone, unfettered by others' beliefs and proclivities, regardless of the cost; it's tearing us apart
This is the waiting room music that plays while you're in the womb
No, that's Track #1 by Aphex Twin.
There are few ways to enjoy being alone that are enduring enough to sustain you through the years. Habits change, your home changes, the weather changes. However nothing is more constant than perhaps the beating of your heart, even as irregular, sped up, or slowed down as it may be. Without a sense of direction or an idea of what to do with the day, the heart still beats and time does not stop. It is the only constant joy enduring enough to grab your attention when nothing else will. Perhaps sit on a bench or on the ground, under a tree, and do nothing. Sit on your couch in your home, or stand at the window, or lay in your bed, alone, and do nothing. You will see what grabs your attention, once nothing else will, and you have exhausted all the things in front of your eyes, in your ears, in your nose, and even that which you touch. Senses are fleeting, but the heart beat will endure. Until it no longer does.
Among all the hilarious replies here, I really enjoyed this comment. I keep hearing about meditation and think, "I know that would be good for me." Maybe I'll really give it a shot after reading this.
this took me back to this one time my little brother was playing with a toy fishing pole in his grandpa's front yard, casting it out and pulling it back in. just a little toddler making sound effects. I don't know what he caught, or if he released it. I guess you could say he was catching dreams, and in that case I hope he holds on to them forever. I miss him so much
🥺 i'll treasure all the time with my siblings forever
my brother is dead too
He's not dead, I'm sorry if I made it seem that way. My mother lost custody of him and I'm not allowed to see him.
I'm very sorry for your loss
This music feel like walking through a house of mirrors without having a reflection
This album does not exist in a historical sense but speaks to the history or reinvention of history we are all involved in through the internet and archiving and database websites. It is a recombination of 細野晴臣 [Haruomi Hosono] tracks from 花に水 with a new cover as it was uploaded to youtube . The ep has 100 rym ratings and 300,000+ listens on youtube as of now. It became a huge hit and is pinned as this great rediscovery of lost great music within online music communities.
However its not even real-- as in a thing that was actually released in 1984 with this cover art and these tracks. But it is real in a collective reimagining and invention. This new recreation and contextualization gives it new meaning. It is in fact better given a fake cover and an added track or at least has far greater appeal and attraction to contemporary listeners. The new striking cover and gentle soft flowing ambient synth sounds created a new a e s t h e t i c combination that added to its appeal for music listeners of 2017 that the true 1984 cassette release of 花に水 did not.
It raises questions of what defines authentic release and authentic listening experiences. It shows how much we assume of past and history to be real and our power to reinvent history through acceptance of accidental or purposeful misinformation. How we can easily be fooled by proposed authority of facts. In fact I only say its fake as others have pointed out its fake on here and youtube but they have just as much authority on reality as those who assumed it to be real. With the internet it has become much easier for reality and history to be changed by misinformation and collective acceptance and spreading of inaccurate information. That may seem inherently bad but this album shows that recreating history can actual recreate good things just as it has the potential to create bad. In the past those with authority to record history were much fewer and only allowed by those already with power. However now anyone with an internet connection can create an album release entry on RYM or upload an album to youtube.
"An original is a creation motivated by desire. Any reproduction of an originals motivated be necessity. It is marvelous that we are the only species that creates gratuitous forms. To create is divine, to reproduce is human."
- Man Ray
-- side note, the internet is a great thing. and so is sharing art in my opinion. i'm seeing this as some beautiful music someone made.. and getting some satisfaction out of it while living my life. more tools in the hands of people ultimately means more content and options which is a chance to find things you really enjoy.
Great comment
We are not the only creatures to create gratuitous forms. Look at the bowerbird.
This is perhaps the single most insightful comment I have ever read on UA-cam comments.
How is it gratuitous when the aim (and ultimate outcome) is to attract a mate?
The song your Atari sings while waiting for you to come home.
Oh hey Tantacrul, didn't expect to find you here! Shame about Eurovision this year, huh? There were some really strong competitors.
tantacrul !!! love u and your vids man
The first song is how it feels to come back to an empty house in the middle of a spring rainstorm after a long day. You're tired and ready to relax and as you're taking off your shoes and your damp clothes you're struck by the fact that this is it. You've lived your whole life up to this moment to get here, and you sit down and think about how you're going to go to work tomorrow and do the same thing, week after week, and you're struck by a melancholy nostalgia for the freedom you had as a child. There's a calm acceptance that comes with it, your life is alright, but there's also a crushing loneliness that comes with realizing the death of your past self and all the opportunity they had. You sit, staring at the corner of the carpet that has been fraying for as long as you can remember, and embrace whatever the future will bring you.
And the second?
@@Undressful The second song is driving home at night on an unfamiliar road. Your GPS is spotty and redirects you every time you've got signal long enough for it to reconnect. You've got more than enough gas to get home and you don't have responsibilities tomorrow, so you're not in a rush but it's still unsettling to be so utterly lost. You look off to the shoulder and you see a deer for just a moment. It's too dark to see whether it's still there when you look in your rear view mirror.
this comment gave me an existential crisis
I just graduated college and broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago, so this comment hit home for me.
listening to this music makes me feel like i've been walking for 10 miles with a pebble in my shoe, only to take it out and find out it's a human tooth
holy shit
and you know that you should be frightened and you know that this is not right, but you just smile and don't know why
what
i laughed so hard reading this
erik idiot OMG... I totally get it right now...
Like the feeling of something being inherently wrong, but you just not feeling it is worng but beautiful instead...
why do I feel like i've dreamt about that exact same scene??
my body is trapped in a spreadsheet but my mind is free
bricabracle free to ride the wings of a monarch butterfly traveling the sky’s
@@Just-in-Space ...
This is the music that plays when you see fresh flowers on the grave of somebody you dont know, who died almost a decade ago.
i come here to listen to this album about once a couple months and also to see the comments and how there is no hate. just someone’s feelings about this album and how they are doing in life.
Life is hard but you hafe to decide if it its fair
Let's have a moment of silence to honor those rare, special places where there is no hate.
It kind of took me by surprise, actually. I can't remember the last time I saw a comment section that was only filled by nice things.
So true. This is a truly pure place.
Me too. Every so often i suddenly remember and check in for a bit of solace. I wonder how the guy who plays it to his moths is doing?
My childhood dog, Speedy, just passed away. I came here immediately.
I watched his birth,
We watched each other grow.
He was more of a "speed bump" than a Speedy;
until he got the zooms.
Last night, The Puppy Princess took him away when we weren't looking.
He laid by the front door (I assume) in hopes to go outside one last time.
He was a good boy.
RIP, Speedy.
i like to interpret that he went from speed bump to speedy thanks to a pair of nike zoom
RIP, the goodest of boyos. Sending the biggest hug I could ever give virtually.
Goddamn! This made me cry at work.
You are a young bamboo shoot. It's finally spring. Peeking up just above the ground, you're seeing the sun for the first time. Dew drops decorate your surroundings, reflecting its light with a crystal-like brilliance. Birds fly overhead, birds of all colours and shapes. You hear them sing, their melodies harmonising with the excited chatter of the cicadas, ringing in the new season. You absorb all of this life and beauty, giving you the strength to grow tall and become a part of the harmony that surrounds you. You are happy.
I found the happy comment. Thank you.
This feels like going into a Kroger at 3AM and there's one employee asleep at the counter and only every other light is on. The store is impeccably clean, and all the items are in line and adjusted. It's so lonely but warm and populated at the same time.
And then the second piece is being fucking chased through the alleyway behind the store by a strange man in a costume but you aren't sure it's a costume God you hope it's a costume and you trip on a bone and you fall and
you certainly took me there but I didn't really want to go
I'm glad I could take you on a trip
These comments are my favorites.
I have been incredibly depressed lately...feeling so lonely, and fearing that i have no purpose in life.
Listening to this music...reading these comments...i feel so nostalgic and comfortable and almost whole again. Its so weird man. No one is alone in the world. Purpose or not, I'm glad you're here.
Be Well.
I hope everything gets better, stay strong!
Thank you all
Love your profile picture. And hope you are well now
I wake up at 5 am when everyone’s still sleeping, turning up that album and do my morning routine with no lights in a complete darkness (shower, teeth, dressing up etc.). All of this has such a weird chill vibe with this music, like I’m alone in a strange world with no one else in it, but it’s not depressing or sad, it’s just peaceful
This sounds like someone who has been physically in a coma for 30 years, but whose soul got transported to a parallel dimension where everything exists in a perpetual twilight and all the people are just human-sized woodland creatures in human clothes. In this world, their family has given up hope on them awakening; in the parallel world, they have a small but cozy apartment that they share with their close friend, a chipmunk. A tired nurse replaces their IV- she thinks she is possibly the only one who still cares about them; the chipmunk puts a kettle of tea on the stove and asks her strange human friend if they would prefer oolong or chamomile tonight.
Ridiculous.
Who drinks oolong before bed?
a little snail doing his best (and his best is enough)
this is one of the sweetest and kindest sentences i have ever encountered in my LIFE. Thank You.
Love this, you should have all the likes
Ha Ha. Excellent.
ハイ
You fucking snail
Ive cried to this cassette so many times. Ive written about it for class and have shared it to so many friends. Its an amazing feeling to listen to something that grounds you. Ive read so many comments on here and love the community and the stories that people share. Its great seeing people get together, strangers pouring their hearts out because of the feelings that were evoked when listening to this. I learned about this cassette 3 years ago, I dont listen to it as often but when i do, its so refreshing. It clears the mind but it also makes me sad when nostalgia comes into play. Will forever be one of my faves.
I'm very glad people are still listening to it/discovering it.
I wrote a couple of neat short stories based on some of the more surreal comments.
@@mikemathers4524 May I read the stories you've written?
This is like a robotic child roaming through old ruins on a strange planet
yeah, I can feel the innocent and naive attitude of the little thing while it searches for something... yet I can also feel how that something is destined to ruin the robot's life exprience in a horrific way... like a mix between peace before the storm and the forced and traumatic experience of leaving innocence to see the world bare skinned...
it's just muzak guys
This is unironically accurate
Then you realise that strange planet is Earth and no humans exist any more. Only the ruins of our civilisation endure...and one lone robot child exploring it in pure isolation, destined to never understand what it all means.
Wall.e
There are many moments that make up a life. I am thankful that this moment is one of them.
I've just closed my eyes and thought about how this song takes me back to the simpler times of childhood. I feel sad that we no longer live in the simpler times of the 90s and look around my room to realise that it is filled with pieces of art that represent every decade since the 70s. I realise that when we yearn for the past, we yearn for the good elements and that that version of that time period can only ever exist in the mind. It is time for me to live in the present.
Good for you, some don't realize this their whole lives, and suffer mightily for it. Hope all is well
this is the music that plays when a chair realises that they are a chair
*they
Reminds me of a salvia trip report I read lol
this is the music that plays when melonboy becomes melonman
oh my god
I'm a chair
this sounds like the music that plays on the Start screen of a GameBoy game but if you didnt press A for like 45 minutes.
This is such a precise description,damn!
I'm pretty sure you knew it but ua-cam.com/video/49ZK_EVWIBM/v-deo.html (Haruomi Hosono - Video Game Music) mostly-retro.com/2015/01/07/game-music-revue-video-game-music-1984/
Nah, less GameBoy, more Mario Paint.
maybe once or twice a year i come back to this upload specifically just to read the comments people have left since. they're more scarce now. but yet, i wish to see you. understand a stranger who i will never meet. we are everything and you are the universe. i love you
Love ya too, fellow human
❤
(embarrassed...) not sure that's strictly true... cough!
This is like when you open a shoebox expecting it to be full of childhood knick-nacks and objects with sentimental value only to find a single periwinkle shell you picked up from the family beach trip 22 years ago
This song is like a child's drawing of an airplane hanging in an empty house.
wtf
Sad, weird and utterly but inescapably profound
we gotta novelist right here 🙏
Damn bro this one is the best
29:49 on March 7th of this year, my big brother passed away at the age of 32, leaving behind his wife and two children. I’ll never forget that day at the hospital. This song was playing in my head as I held his hand and said goodbye to him for the last time.
The sunset on that day was absolutely beautiful, Chris. We miss you so much. Keep watching over the family, I love you.
as a boy my stepdad, mom and step siblings would take a drive to the outskirts of Albuquerque to collect tadpoles in a seasonal pond. It was so much fun and my earliest memory of nature, getting muddy and slimy. The frogs were so cute and miniature. It was very nice
this absolutely is tadpole music
this is the best comments section i've ever seen on youtube
go medieval hardcore
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It honestly is, by MILES, and I don't understand why. But I feel a little better about the world now.
RudeBoy99143
It's a good comment section, don't overrate or overvalue it. Don't fall for ignorant and inexperienced hyperbole usage.
@@snowfrosty1 that Rude Boy
@@ClarenceFM
Not at all, just telling the truth. Overrating and/or overvaluing this comment section will only degrade it.
This is the kinda music that plays when you're going down your long, dark hallway at 3am and for whatever reason you just... Sit down. And you think. Your cat walks up to you and you pet him, and as you look at him your loneliness has had a level of happiness settle onto it, much like oil on top of water.
This is the music that plays in a lonely taxidermists head when the stuffed fox gets up, looks at him then pads out the door. He sits, dumbfounded.
I listened to this album in entirety for the first time while very high on mushrooms, can't say I've been the same since
Tell us more
Can you please tell me what has happened? I was going to listen to this on my next trip. Are you feeling happy? Sad? What kind of experience did you have?
@@iankowalczyk8455 @Jack Lilly terribly sorry for the late response to both of you, I'm afraid that I'm about 3 years late. My experience of listening to this album while under the influence of psilocybin was positive. For whatever reason, I've never reacted badly to psilocybin in comparison to other people I know that have gone through an extreme range of emotions while under the influence. This album brought me a sense of calmness at the time, and continues to do so. If I was to think back, I think I felt happy the day after the trip, and felt like I was content about life for the first time in quite a while. This was however, a bit over 4 years ago for me, and much has changed in my life since then. I hope to feel that sense of peace with life again some day. Cheers, gentlemen.
Never before have I been so entranced and in love with such a repetitive unchanging piece of music. It stays the same and still feels like something new every moment.
Didn't notice it stays the same until you told me. It really feels new.
It does keep changing, slightly.
This is the song that plays when you beat the game, but rescue the wrong princess. The king cant bring himself to tell the rejoicing peasents, or you, the hero who sacrificed so much, the hollowing truth. He welcomes this exhausted, traumatized young woman into his castle with a blue heartbroken smile and open arms. Night falls upon the kingdom, he stands alone overlooking his rejoicing kingdom. Mourning the loss of his child in stoic isolation. The text reads "Congratulations". Scroll credits.
jesus christ, amazing
this is so sweet.
this would actually be a great concept for a movie
Holy fuck
If you play this album backwards under a full moon and spring cherry blossoms wearing nothing but moss you'll receive instructions on your true purpose in life, but you probably won't like it.
I know what I have to do, the music has spoken, I understand now....
Oh my god
All I got was an arrow to the knee.
@@MiguelBaptista1981 no please dont
Are mushrooms required?
I was listening to this for the first time and while I was my 7 month old daughter crawled for the first time towards my phone. I now love this even more
Sitting here with my 2 year old boy on a quiet morning listening to it while he eats his cereal. There's a beautiful sense of peace as a parent knowing that you are exactly where you're supposed to be when you're with them
This is a therapy room with surreal art on the walls, children's toys on the floor, and rugrats playing on the TV in the background.
that guy really likes hitting that one note goddamn
AHAHAHAHAHAAHODSFQDJFQDSFJDSFSFDSD
oh God now I'm focusing on it haha
DING
DING
DING
DING
I think it's just a metronome 🤔
Phäntom ding
only good comment in this thread, very nice
I am floating aimlessly in the precambrian sea
This is the weirdest and at the same time the most welcoming comment section on UA-cam
I feel at home
This music is what plays during the conversation you have with the Crow which sits upon a street lamp. "Why do you choose to stay in this town, sat upon that street lamp alone, when you could fly to anywhere you like?" The crow looks into your soul and responds "Why do you...?"
Woah
Cuz I want to dumbass ducking bird
Tmw u really do be just reciting The Raven
Hampeblixt stupid bird
is it the same crow from poe's poem?
not really as deep as other comments but this just makes me really miss my best friend. we’ve been apart for 8 months and there’s one month left before i get home. i love them so much. when i think about going to their house for the first time since april, bringing pretzels and pink milk and giving them the longest hug ever, even if it’s awkward and even though we never really hugged, i tear up. i imagine riding my bike from my house to theirs and it’s my favourite time of day when the sky’s all golden and pink and the air is still faintly warm and whatever song i play it feels amazing. and then we talk for hours about everything and nothing, over and over.
This is deeper than every other comment because it came from your heart, I almost cried reading it. Enjoy the music :)
Whoever you are, tell them you love them. One day you may wake up and they'll be gone. Don't make my mistake.
I hope you got home safe and are spending lots of time with your friend.
@@sn426 don't make the mistake of waking up ? he shoud'nt wake up tomorrow ?
As I was laying down on my bed while listening to the music. In the first track of the album, I imagine I'm walking in a plaza late at night. All of the shops are closed except one, a convenience store that opens 24/7.
When the second track of the album plays, I suddenly felt the sense of paranoia and curiosity. I felt as I'm not the only one walking in the plaza late at night. I feel like someone is following me.
Suddenly, I saw a sillouette standing by. Curious of what the sillouette actually look like, I decided to go near it. But as I go towards it, the farther it goes. I believe it's not some janitor or creep, I didn't see any equipment beside it or anything. The sillouette starts to fade and I started running towards it.
The third track plays, it's morning and the plaza is now bright by the rising sun. I was surprised that I didn't felt sleepy or drowsy at all due to the fact that I just stayed all night in a dark,quiet plaza chasing at nothing. I was awe at the architectural beauty and the aesthetic of the plaza has given to me. I didn't realize how beautiful the place is until it was empty and quiet. And I was just sitting at the side of a big fountain in the center of the plaza. "Wow, what a ride.", I said to myself despite the visuals I'm having is not that intense as other people are having.
This music makes me want to believe that there is May 32nd on the calendar
wait there isn't a may 32? That's my birthday and I've been waiting my whole life to celebrate it but it never comes around :(
Lousy Smarch weather
This is the music that plays when you listen to 1980's Japanese shopping background music and scroll through the comments
Ok this one got me. lmao
Well played, sir.
Unique comment. I love it. Thanks.
Big if true
…I’m pretty sure this was made for background music or the composer had also done that in his life.
I played this at my vacuum cleaner's funeral.
XD
LOL
that sucks
LOL
I got a laugh out of this. My condolences, by the way.