"Strawberry Swing"

Strawberry Swing Coldplay-Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends

A curious beat for a curious girl; for you, Morgan Turnage, are nothing other than a curious girl. The guitar is a twisted sort of merrymaking incarnate; the sporadic and jovial beat is an open field, wide freedom begging to be seized; the escalating strings are a steady joy. Every moment so precious, my dear Morgan, I would not want to waste a thing.

This song, a flickering montage of perfect days, Morgan Turnage, this song is for you. It swells with the wet showers of Hurricane Hannah and sings of spontaneous wanderings. It stretches from Fifth Avenue and Tenth Street to Central Park South, from Little Haiti to Santa Monica, every so often pondering the curious irony of metal statues and metal allergies. This song, Morgan Turnage, cries of your strange, strange destructive habits of inquiry, of your near monumental massacre by the multitudes. It softly hums of your self-proclaimed paparazzi in the park, and, Morgan Turnage, it realizes that today is such a perfect day.

I love you, Morgan Turnage, and I love today; I love every day in which you grace my life with your presence. You might someday find yourself in your beloved India, but I will find you, Morgan Turnage. I will find you.

[Strawberry Swing]

"The Heart of Life"

The Heart of Life John Mayer- Continuum
The soft strumming of a guitar, it sounds like fall. The notes are neither slow nor fast, but live within the steady realm of contentment. The tempo is one of an easy stroll, one that allows you to calmly gaze at the world around you. Turn it up, for the song will never feel too loud. Drown out the racket of tourism and daily monotony that define December in New York City, and feel contented with just this- the soft lull that is John Mayer’s voice.

The song emanates a peace that is rarely found in the city. With a repeating rhythm and a simple spirit, it describes a crisp day in the park. It tells of the warmth that Christmas lights and candles know best and the friendly calm of wine shared with a close friend. I, along with most close friends of mine, agree; John Mayer is the douche bag with the guitar. It remains undeniable, however, that with this song he captures something great.

As you walk through these streets, weaving your way in and out of person after person, take a moment to play this song. Perhaps you, like me, will notice that your pace slows down. That shadow of things left to do- the one that continuously flattens your heels as you speed through your day- maybe it disappears, even if just for three minutes and nineteen seconds. And for that temporary peace, my friends, I must thank good, old John and Stephanie DeVita (pictured above), the dear friend who sent it my way.

But do not get me wrong. I still think he is the douche bag with the guitar.
[The Heart of Life]