There’s a certain aesthetic in songs like Sylver’s “Turn The Tide”, ATC’s “Around The World” and O-Zone’s “Dragostea Din Tei”. This is a feeling of short-bursted adoration for an intangible, ineffable bliss. The problem is, the songs generally don’t sustain the intensity for the duration of the entire song; instead, just for the opening vocal hook. By itself, these hooks welcome and transcend criticism altogether. By being so perfect and setting the standard so impossibly high, it’s hard for the instrumental sections to not seem like obligatory fanfare, rather than an extension of the party itself. They end up seeming comedic: like they were always destined, by never meant for anything beyond, internet memes and SoundCloud remixes.
It’s a crystalized, digitized room we find ourselves in. In this mess of chaos and confusion, I see you. You are the sound that has always been there, but this time, you’re delivering on a promise you tried to deliver so many times before — this time, it’s different. Truth-be-told, there’s hardly a way to sustain your intensity: the honeymoon period is what it is and I accept that. I know that we’re past the peak and sailing towards mutually assured destruction. We’re practically sprinting for it — “Beautiful” is the sonic representation of this idea.
Looking at you actually increases the likelihood that the moment will pass. I want to sit here in this in-between space, never letting go. I don’t want to move forward. I don’t want you to move forward. I don’t want either of us to say a thing. I don’t even want you or I to acknowledge the weight of this hesitation. I just want to exist forever in this still life. Though painted, we are still resting present — we are choosing to stand still. We are locked in an embrace of true love — a love with no need for consummation. A love that is instantaneous — it is of first sight and it is of never leaving that first sight. We are locked in the stare of the moment; embracing the wow that is perfection, knowing it will fade and disintegrate the moment either one of us makes a move. Our stars have crossed, interlocked and for once, we’re not letting go.