Passion Pit has been my passion for the past week. Synth? Check. Keyboard? Check. Guitar? Check. Bass? Check. Drums? Check. Excellent? Check.
It's amazing how many times I can go through one set of 11 songs taking up just about 45 minutes... over... and over... and over. It's great music and one of the most painful moments in recent memory, if only for a brief moment, was realizing I missed seeing them live by about a day.
My room is faintly lit by a lamp, tilted slightly to the ground as I sit in my bed, typing. To my right is the bouncing silhouette of my body, earphones placed firmly on my head as the opening track "Make Light" plays in the background, Michael Angelakos' youthful falsetto wailing with the electronic symphony of beats and samples.
I made a point to check out some of Passion Pit's live performances on YouTube earlier today. Hearing "Sleepyhead" in Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Chicago, the festival circuit... Angelakos' falsetto hitting moments of brilliance and bedraggled depending on the day.
Once I write this, it will be written. Occasionally read, if I'm lucky, and rarely recited. My blessing.
But as a musician, how does one cope with the repetition? Angelakos' library consists of that single full length LP of 11 tracks and an EP containing mostly cross-over tracks. Okay, so "Sleepyhead" is first on the set list on Tuesday and now, let's make it seventh on Wednesday?
Or, once you've reached that peak, does the love and adoration of a fanbase, all focused on your talent and ability, make the feeling never get old despite the fact that all you are doing with every new performance is rehashing something old. For the fan? New.
For you? Old. Practice. Practice. Practice. Play. Repeat. Practice. Practice. Practice. Play. Repeat.
Or do you keep that fresh feeling?
Waking up a block from the ocean, smelling that thick, salty breeze every day of the week... soaking up the rays, one thinks and then utters: "I am alive."
Is that the feeling?
Or maybe, as life, it's all a repetition, no matter how talented and creative we are?
Wake up. Eat. Go to work. Eat. Go Home. Eat. Sleep.
Get off the bus. Unload. Mic Check. "Sleepyhead." Encore. Reload. Get on the bus.
Conception. Get off the bus. Adolescence. Adulthood. The inevitable decline. Get on the bus.