Yes, you have just reached the end of RUclips. 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.
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!”
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.
@@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 !!
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.
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 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.
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".
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.
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.
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.
You wake at 4:37 in the afternoon, bathed in sweat as the sun pours down on the 1983 mobile traveler that you call home. You stand and stretch your arms above your head, your joints making tiny popping sounds as your hands brush the ceiling. As you walk to your mini fridge you groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and grabbing the last Miller. You think to yourself that you'll have to go into town later as you pop the can open and take a gulp of the bitter drink. It soothes your throat and coats your dry, cracked lips. This is your third year in the New Mexico desert, a solitary existence far from the place that you once called home. The life you lived before this place seems as distant as a dream, and you think that it might as well be one. A small tap on the metal door jostles you from your day dream. "Who is it?" You ask aloud, your voice little more than a hollow rasp, neglected day after day. You never get any visitors this far out. The only answer to your question is another small tap on the door. You open to door to see a lizard wearing a blazer and a bolo tie clutching a briefcase over his chest. He stands about a foot tall. "Hello my friend," he states in a strong southern accent, "Are we having a fine day today?" Your brows raise in confusion. "I guess so," you answer, "Have we met? I wasn't expecting any visitors today." "Or any other day, from the looks of it." "May I ask exactly what brings you here sir?" The width of your patience has nearly been exhausted, and the lizard smiles as he runs one of his tiny hands over his head. You didn't know lizards could sweat, but the perspiration glistens on his scaly skin as the warm sunlight bears down on him. "I only need a moment of your time, sir." A note of kindness rings in his voice and you nod, reaching down to take his hand and help him into the camper. He takes a seat in a fold out chair. "I don't have any money, if you're trying to sell me something." You say as you grab the Miller can and take another swig. "Do you believe in magic, sir?" There's a trace of whimsy in the lizards voice now. "What?" "Do you believe in magic?" "I-" You pause, looking at the wall and then back at your tiny guest. "Well, I'm talking to a lizard. I guess anything is possible." The lizard chuckles. "What if I told you that I could give you a piece of real magic?" "I already told you I ain't buying anything." "Magic isn't for sale," the lizard shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively, "magic can only be given through trade. Everyone knows that." You sigh deeply, "I don't have anything to trade either. I don't even know what I'd do with magic in the first place." "You could have anything." "I have everything I want." The lizard looks around the cluttered camper, at the beer cans and empty bottles taking up residency on every flat surface. "Sir, no one comes out here unless they're leaving something behind. And they don't live like this unless they're missing whatever that thing is." There's a moment of silence as you and the lizard look at eachother. You sit on the small couch across from him. "I can't have what I want." Your voice cracks, tears form in your eyes and you blink them away, looking down at the floor in shame. "I know enough about magic to know that it can't give me that." The lizard steps down from the chair and walks to you, taking your hands into his. You look at him and see something almost foreign in his eyes. It's empathy. "Who did you lose?" He asks, his voice softer than the first warm breeze of spring. The tears flow unchecked now. "My-" you stop yourself, unable to let yourself remember. "It's okay," the lizard says. "You don't have to tell me." He sighs. "You're right sir, I can't give you the one you lost." You breathe deeply and look back down at the carpet. "But I can give you a piece of the life you lived before you lost them." The lizard opens his brief case and takes out a small glass case containing a button. "This is a magic button." You wipe the tears from your eyes and laugh. "A magic button?" "Yes sir, a magic button." "And you want to give it to me? What does it even do?" "It's already yours, sir." With that, the lizard closes his briefcase and walks for the door. "Wait," you call out, "what about the trade?" The lizard hops down onto the hard New Mexico dirt and looks back at you. "Just live a life worth living, and the button is yours. That's the trade." Without saying another word he turns and walks away beneath the sun and the blue sky. You watch him until he's only a speck on the horizon. And then you look at the button in it's glass case, and you think of the life you've been living so far away from the pain you've been drowning in shitty beer and solitude. You never left that pain behind, you just locked yourself away with it. You made yourself an island of sorrow in the middle of an endless desert. "This isn't a life." You whisper. You throw back the glass lid and press the button, and for a moment nothing happens. But then comes a sound you haven't heard in years. Thunder rumbles in the sky, and the air comes alive with the smell of earth and electricity. It rains. You run outside in wonder, grinning and crying as the rain washes over you, and you remember for the first time in so long that it's almost as if you're experiencing this joy and love all over again- You remember that your daughter loved to play in the rain. So you play, you stomp in the mud and run and laugh freely. There are no tears that the rain can't wash away. And for the first time, remembering doesn't hurt.
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
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.
I moved houses in 2005 I think. My old room was yellow, small, and could barely fit a toddler but I never, ever thought of it as cramped. I grew up there and had dreams of santa visits, motorcycle dumps, children’s movies, and soft mulch on the little blue bedpost that I called my own. I’ll never go back to see the room that made me who I am today. I’ve probably completely forgotten what it looked like back then, what I looked like back then, but this song makes me feel like I just opened the door one last time and walked in, smiling that all my little plastic friends are still sitting on the carpet right where I last left them, the lot of them just waiting to be played with.
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
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.
I'm pretty sure you knew it but ruclips.net/video/49ZK_EVWIBM/видео.html (Haruomi Hosono - Video Game Music) mostly-retro.com/2015/01/07/game-music-revue-video-game-music-1984/
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
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 RUclips right now...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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
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 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
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
This sounds like Frederic Chopin shrunk down to the size of a mouse and explored life in a small garden. He builds a hut made of peony petals and carves a canoe of cucumber to traverse the Big Puddle. On the other side of the Big Puddle is a tall sunflower that towers over him. Rather than feeling intimidated, he is overcome with a sense of adventure and begins to climb. When he finally reaches the flower he meets a ladybug. Together they bask in the sun of a gentle afternoon.
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.
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.
A new service allows you to pay for someone else to use your body to do your day to day tasks for you, like shopping, bookkeeping and gardening. While they perform the monotonous tasks in your corporeal form, your soul sits in a warmly lit, sparsely decorated room that exists nowhere, listening to this music.
I think this music would be better suited to describe the person who does the monotonous tasks. Someone so deeply content that they find beauty in living mundane moments from hundreds of different perspectives.
The first song is walking through your childhood home shortly before your family moves to a new house. You are 10 years old. All your possessions are packed up and on their way to your new home and all that remains are bare walls and the vague memories of early childhood. You do one last check of your room to make sure you haven't forgotten anything and realize that you have. It's a little square of light blue paper tucked behind a crack in the baseboard. It was a handwritten note you addressed to your crush but never had the courage to deliver. You hadn't wanted to throw it away so you hid it in your room where nobody would find it. Until you did just now, years later, on the eve of your departure to a new home, a new life you can't yet imagine. After reading it, with a wistful smile, you tuck it back in its hiding place. It will remain here, a relic of your past self. Perhaps forever, perhaps until some unknown future child exploring their new room finds it, and experiences a little piece of the story of your life. A little secret you left behind for them, and for your past self.
I read your comment then I remember, the house I was living in for almost 15 years, that we left 6 months ago. Finally. I was in high school, adolescent AF, depressed AF, fell in love with a rude boy whom I could never ever even like again, we had NOTHING in common, what tf was I thinking lol One day, really early morning, my mom was doing her hair before work and I was waiting at the door, chatting. Then I wrote the initial of this boy's name on the wall, between the tiles. On the white concrete. It was really tiny though, I don't think my mom even realized it for years. You need to have good eyes. It has been 12 years after that day and we left the house 6 months ago. And I just remember, that letter is still on that wall. Waiting for someone else to be realized and be laughed or get angry at. I'm sure they will wonder what it was about and who wrote it there. "Why it's there though?" Wow. I left a secret for 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.
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.
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.
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.
I tied my leg to the fly's core and it flew me to minute 26. I regret nothing. Though the breeze is somewhat sour and I'm sure that I know somebody down there in the green-like breeze.
don't know who you are but you're exactly right. you see yourself in the mirror out the corner of your eye in a wooden attic; between you and the mirror is a beam of light in which several motes of dust are floating a little faster than usual, like clouds on a windy day; you pause for the second, half bent over to move a box, and aren't quite sure why
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.
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.
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.
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
The second track is the feeling of being completely alone in a forest as the sun begins to set. The trees are very close together and the terrain is uneven. As you walk along through the forest aimlessly, you begin to feel fear. Sunlight is slowly disappearing from the world around you, and there will be no moonlight tonight. You attempt to climb to a higher elevation in order to savor the last drops of light. As your sight fades from you, you are overcome with fear, and begin to run. You trip, fall, and end up splayed on the ground, crying to yourself as you gather your body into a ball. The worst, most potent fear you have felt engulfs you. you sit there, gathered into a ball, for many minutes. Eventually, the fear subsides. It is a warm summer night, you will not freeze. The creatures of the forest do not wish you harm. The spirits pity you. You smile and realize that you will be okay.
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.
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
Sitting in my grandparents house where the walls are white dappled with odd art works and the carpets are a woven once upon white faded and stained from years of use. The house it cool during the summer and overly warm in the winter. Silence is the most common sound, but you may hear a whisper or two if you sit on that faded floor long enough. It smells of one certain perfume that has long pervades the years of use. The once lively place of children and laughter fades into memories only to be visited on occasions like this one.
OK I'm not the only one who is transported back to my earliest memorable moments when I listen to this. Amazing. That feeling of complete wonder when you wake up and everything is just new and you don't have any thoughts. You just take it all in. It's so distant but I still remember.
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...?"
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 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.
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 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.
M E T A
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i love you
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 RUclips 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 RUclips. 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.
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!”
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
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
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 !!
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
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.
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
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 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
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.
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.
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! :)
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.
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
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
You wake at 4:37 in the afternoon, bathed in sweat as the sun pours down on the 1983 mobile traveler that you call home. You stand and stretch your arms above your head, your joints making tiny popping sounds as your hands brush the ceiling.
As you walk to your mini fridge you groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and grabbing the last Miller. You think to yourself that you'll have to go into town later as you pop the can open and take a gulp of the bitter drink. It soothes your throat and coats your dry, cracked lips.
This is your third year in the New Mexico desert, a solitary existence far from the place that you once called home. The life you lived before this place seems as distant as a dream, and you think that it might as well be one.
A small tap on the metal door jostles you from your day dream.
"Who is it?" You ask aloud, your voice little more than a hollow rasp, neglected day after day. You never get any visitors this far out.
The only answer to your question is another small tap on the door.
You open to door to see a lizard wearing a blazer and a bolo tie clutching a briefcase over his chest. He stands about a foot tall.
"Hello my friend," he states in a strong southern accent, "Are we having a fine day today?"
Your brows raise in confusion.
"I guess so," you answer, "Have we met? I wasn't expecting any visitors today."
"Or any other day, from the looks of it."
"May I ask exactly what brings you here sir?" The width of your patience has nearly been exhausted, and the lizard smiles as he runs one of his tiny hands over his head. You didn't know lizards could sweat, but the perspiration glistens on his scaly skin as the warm sunlight bears down on him.
"I only need a moment of your time, sir." A note of kindness rings in his voice and you nod, reaching down to take his hand and help him into the camper. He takes a seat in a fold out chair.
"I don't have any money, if you're trying to sell me something." You say as you grab the Miller can and take another swig.
"Do you believe in magic, sir?" There's a trace of whimsy in the lizards voice now.
"What?"
"Do you believe in magic?"
"I-" You pause, looking at the wall and then back at your tiny guest. "Well, I'm talking to a lizard. I guess anything is possible."
The lizard chuckles.
"What if I told you that I could give you a piece of real magic?"
"I already told you I ain't buying anything."
"Magic isn't for sale," the lizard shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively, "magic can only be given through trade. Everyone knows that."
You sigh deeply, "I don't have anything to trade either. I don't even know what I'd do with magic in the first place."
"You could have anything."
"I have everything I want."
The lizard looks around the cluttered camper, at the beer cans and empty bottles taking up residency on every flat surface.
"Sir, no one comes out here unless they're leaving something behind. And they don't live like this unless they're missing whatever that thing is."
There's a moment of silence as you and the lizard look at eachother. You sit on the small couch across from him.
"I can't have what I want." Your voice cracks, tears form in your eyes and you blink them away, looking down at the floor in shame. "I know enough about magic to know that it can't give me that."
The lizard steps down from the chair and walks to you, taking your hands into his. You look at him and see something almost foreign in his eyes. It's empathy.
"Who did you lose?" He asks, his voice softer than the first warm breeze of spring. The tears flow unchecked now.
"My-" you stop yourself, unable to let yourself remember.
"It's okay," the lizard says. "You don't have to tell me." He sighs. "You're right sir, I can't give you the one you lost."
You breathe deeply and look back down at the carpet.
"But I can give you a piece of the life you lived before you lost them."
The lizard opens his brief case and takes out a small glass case containing a button. "This is a magic button."
You wipe the tears from your eyes and laugh.
"A magic button?"
"Yes sir, a magic button."
"And you want to give it to me? What does it even do?"
"It's already yours, sir."
With that, the lizard closes his briefcase and walks for the door.
"Wait," you call out, "what about the trade?"
The lizard hops down onto the hard New Mexico dirt and looks back at you.
"Just live a life worth living, and the button is yours. That's the trade."
Without saying another word he turns and walks away beneath the sun and the blue sky. You watch him until he's only a speck on the horizon. And then you look at the button in it's glass case, and you think of the life you've been living so far away from the pain you've been drowning in shitty beer and solitude. You never left that pain behind, you just locked yourself away with it.
You made yourself an island of sorrow in the middle of an endless desert.
"This isn't a life." You whisper.
You throw back the glass lid and press the button, and for a moment nothing happens.
But then comes a sound you haven't heard in years. Thunder rumbles in the sky, and the air comes alive with the smell of earth and electricity.
It rains.
You run outside in wonder, grinning and crying as the rain washes over you, and you remember for the first time in so long that it's almost as if you're experiencing this joy and love all over again-
You remember that your daughter loved to play in the rain.
So you play, you stomp in the mud and run and laugh freely. There are no tears that the rain can't wash away.
And for the first time, remembering doesn't hurt.
I know this is copy pasta but man it’s written so well, it tastes like it’s home cooked
This hits home
wow this is so good, my heart... reminds me a bit of haruki murakami
@@IllIlllI I actually wrote this lol
Im not crying
life grips
Life Kicks (butt, that is!)
death grips
lmaoo
i've not seen footage
I laughed way too hard
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
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
I moved houses in 2005 I think. My old room was yellow, small, and could barely fit a toddler but I never, ever thought of it as cramped. I grew up there and had dreams of santa visits, motorcycle dumps, children’s movies, and soft mulch on the little blue bedpost that I called my own. I’ll never go back to see the room that made me who I am today. I’ve probably completely forgotten what it looked like back then, what I looked like back then, but this song makes me feel like I just opened the door one last time and walked in, smiling that all my little plastic friends are still sitting on the carpet right where I last left them, the lot of them just waiting to be played with.
this is the most melancholic and beautiful comment on youtube
nah bruh dont make me cry like that.
just got off work and its 1:25 am mane
Fucking ninja onions
This shit almost got me crying bro
This sounds like a moth mourning its brother on display at a museum a few hours before the museum opens
Gregory E 😢
BRO
Damn
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 RUclips 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 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 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
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 ♡
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 ruclips.net/video/49ZK_EVWIBM/видео.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.
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
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 RUclips right now...
wasnt expecting you on here lmao
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
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.
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.
Brings back memories that I never had.
There was that one time.... *stares to the distance*
Is that Blade Runner plot?
this is the best comments section i've ever seen on youtube
go medieval hardcore
ruclips.net/video/xaRNvJLKP1E/видео.html
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 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.
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
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 music is what music listens to
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 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..
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.
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.
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.
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 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 RUclips comments.
How is it gratuitous when the aim (and ultimate outcome) is to attract a mate?
Pretty popular with the insect crowd
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ou cheeze I read "iscest"
@@snorkfroken7056 hahahahahahahahahahahahha
ian hoffman 🙂
Probably the incest crowd too
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'm organizing my tumbled stones. they're very smooth.
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.
When you go to clean out your closet but wind up spending the entire afternoon rummaging through your old things and reminiscing
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
Feels like looking in the mirror and seeing outside
的を得ている
This is the waiting room music that plays while you're in the womb
No, that's Track #1 by Aphex Twin.
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.
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
i've never cried while reading a youtube comment section before
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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?
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??
This music feel like walking through a house of mirrors without having a reflection
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
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
This is what your house furniture is listening to when you left for a summer vacation.
Dj Cupboard
This reminds me of every mango I ate as a boy.
this lowkey made me tear up a little
Your comment reminds me of every boy I ate as a mango.
@@raksh9 your mango reminds me of every comment I ate as a boy.
@@loganmohler737 Your every ate me. Reminds of I. A as comment. Mango boy.
@@michalkocourek5401 (as your every comment reminds me of a mango boy I ate).
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 sounds like Frederic Chopin shrunk down to the size of a mouse and explored life in a small garden. He builds a hut made of peony petals and carves a canoe of cucumber to traverse the Big Puddle. On the other side of the Big Puddle is a tall sunflower that towers over him. Rather than feeling intimidated, he is overcome with a sense of adventure and begins to climb. When he finally reaches the flower he meets a ladybug. Together they bask in the sun of a gentle afternoon.
I bet you are good at baking
BEST ONE
Please watch Studio Ghibli's 'Arrietty'. I bet you'll love it.
@@dezeman8062 Great rec! I have seen and do love that one!
I have a peony garden! 😁
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
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
I am floating aimlessly in the precambrian sea
This music is the journey of a microscopic snake moving through outer space at one mile per hour.
A new service allows you to pay for someone else to use your body to do your day to day tasks for you, like shopping, bookkeeping and gardening. While they perform the monotonous tasks in your corporeal form, your soul sits in a warmly lit, sparsely decorated room that exists nowhere, listening to this music.
Eating, talking with people, having sex.
I'm listening to this music in a sparsely decorated room, is my body shopping for groceries right now??
Horrifying
the second songs plays when one day you can't leave the room
I think this music would be better suited to describe the person who does the monotonous tasks. Someone so deeply content that they find beauty in living mundane moments from hundreds of different perspectives.
The first song is walking through your childhood home shortly before your family moves to a new house. You are 10 years old. All your possessions are packed up and on their way to your new home and all that remains are bare walls and the vague memories of early childhood. You do one last check of your room to make sure you haven't forgotten anything and realize that you have. It's a little square of light blue paper tucked behind a crack in the baseboard. It was a handwritten note you addressed to your crush but never had the courage to deliver. You hadn't wanted to throw it away so you hid it in your room where nobody would find it. Until you did just now, years later, on the eve of your departure to a new home, a new life you can't yet imagine.
After reading it, with a wistful smile, you tuck it back in its hiding place. It will remain here, a relic of your past self. Perhaps forever, perhaps until some unknown future child exploring their new room finds it, and experiences a little piece of the story of your life. A little secret you left behind for them, and for your past self.
I read your comment then I remember, the house I was living in for almost 15 years, that we left 6 months ago. Finally.
I was in high school, adolescent AF, depressed AF, fell in love with a rude boy whom I could never ever even like again, we had NOTHING in common, what tf was I thinking lol
One day, really early morning, my mom was doing her hair before work and I was waiting at the door, chatting.
Then I wrote the initial of this boy's name on the wall, between the tiles. On the white concrete.
It was really tiny though, I don't think my mom even realized it for years. You need to have good eyes.
It has been 12 years after that day and we left the house 6 months ago.
And I just remember, that letter is still on that wall. Waiting for someone else to be realized and be laughed or get angry at. I'm sure they will wonder what it was about and who wrote it there.
"Why it's there though?"
Wow. I left a secret for them.
The soundtrack to your Minecraft dog still sitting where you told it to sit so many years ago
videomancy NOOOOOOOOOO
This is the saddest thing I've ever read omg
youre talking about hachiko and he was a real dog, not a minecraft dog.
this comment broke my heart
your club penguin puffles, banished to the void
I would play this in my basement if I were raising moths
I usually hate it when people write stories in YT comments, but this one is just spot on (for track 1) :D Awesome!
It's not everyday a RUclips comment makes me cry
+bythefireside27 that us actual art. Please become a poet
With your permission, I would love to illustrate a comic with this story.
Link the comic here when it's drawn!
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
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
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?
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?
Two Ghosts getting married ☺
++++
Dominic Small That would be a good ass game tbh
Awe happy for them
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
I tied a fly's leg to a string and he led me here.
I tied my leg to the fly's core and it flew me to minute 26. I regret nothing. Though the breeze is somewhat sour and I'm sure that I know somebody down there in the green-like breeze.
this music sounds like a mirror
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don't know who you are but you're exactly right. you see yourself in the mirror out the corner of your eye in a wooden attic; between you and the mirror is a beam of light in which several motes of dust are floating a little faster than usual, like clouds on a windy day; you pause for the second, half bent over to move a box, and aren't quite sure why
you fucked me up nice
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?
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 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
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!
The second track is the feeling of being completely alone in a forest as the sun begins to set. The trees are very close together and the terrain is uneven. As you walk along through the forest aimlessly, you begin to feel fear. Sunlight is slowly disappearing from the world around you, and there will be no moonlight tonight. You attempt to climb to a higher elevation in order to savor the last drops of light. As your sight fades from you, you are overcome with fear, and begin to run. You trip, fall, and end up splayed on the ground, crying to yourself as you gather your body into a ball. The worst, most potent fear you have felt engulfs you. you sit there, gathered into a ball, for many minutes. Eventually, the fear subsides. It is a warm summer night, you will not freeze. The creatures of the forest do not wish you harm. The spirits pity you. You smile and realize that you will be okay.
If I was an animator I would animate this
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.
public service announcement jingle for a city of worms
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
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
You sit in your childhood house but everything is painted white and it smells slightly of vanilla
That's absolutely right
Sitting in my grandparents house where the walls are white dappled with odd art works and the carpets are a woven once upon white faded and stained from years of use. The house it cool during the summer and overly warm in the winter. Silence is the most common sound, but you may hear a whisper or two if you sit on that faded floor long enough. It smells of one certain perfume that has long pervades the years of use. The once lively place of children and laughter fades into memories only to be visited on occasions like this one.
OK I'm not the only one who is transported back to my earliest memorable moments when I listen to this. Amazing. That feeling of complete wonder when you wake up and everything is just new and you don't have any thoughts. You just take it all in. It's so distant but I still remember.
fuck
What the fuck
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.
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?
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
The is the music that plays when you realize you are older than your parents were when they had you.
How dare you...
Jesus
24 now. Mom was 21
My father died before I was born. I'm now older than he was when he died. 39 this December.
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
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?
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 ?
Sounds like walking into the Pokémon Center but Nurse Joy is a replicant
THIS
this wins
LOL YEP
One of the best ones