I listened to Beach Fossil's "What a Pleasure" EP last night on the bus home and every song was so in tune with feelings of a late night highway, empty seat beside me, and weird city lights. I'm always aware of those waves of nostalgia provoked by listening to atmospheric music and looking out the window buuut as of recently I realize that my heart rate can dictate what music seems to be totally appropriate for a certain moment. Like listening to shuffle will show how you almost instinctively click to the next song until you've found something that just feel right...it's like your body telling you what will be in sync to its natural rhythm. While Beach Fossils was the soundtrack to my trip home, on the ride there, my body was pretty much forcing me to listen to listen to super slow hip hop the whole way. Gotta abide...
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