Every year, when the March sun starts to shine in a preemptive-Spring sort of way, I get a natural urge to throw open windows and let myself be absorbed in the bright, albeit chilly, air. The promises of warmer weather are much deeper than a sensation on the skin. They radiate into the blood, spreading to all facets of ourselves, the abstract parts like the "soul" and "mind" even. The possibilities of longer daytimes and freedom for activities such as barefoot walks in the grass and meals taken streetside are the fibers that orchestrate the tug of our impulsions. How the desires to run, jump and even tumble safely on the ground are so deep-set as to be unquestionable.
One day this past week, while sitting alone in an out-of-the way office, I had an opportunity to put on Local Natives'
Gorilla Manor. The website/magazine
Paste had selected "Sun Hands" for one of their downloadable music samplers. After listening to it I quickly ear-marked it for inclusion on my March mix CD. Like a couple songs always do, it stood out above the others as a highlight and led me to wonder whether the band had made even more music to find stuck in my head.
The answer seems a promising, "yes." Though I have only listened to the full album a couple times, I can tell that many of the songs will achieve their own identity not simply alongside one fantastic track. As confidence in all facets of my life grows alongside a potential-ridden Spring, I am all the more honest when music strikes we with an impulse of appreciation. I am inspired with a familiar creativity and ideas that shine like the bright morning sun through the window. This is music that does not supplement moments, it makes them. Evidenced by all the times I've repeated "Sun Hands" on my car's CD player and absent-mindlessly sung its choruses, out loud, whether or not my roommates were home. Its subtle poetry expounds on a wide-eyed patience, with uplifting harmonies from everyone in the band rising to meet the lofty mindset it implies. But, more than that, it is thankful, an emotion which could never tire or go out of style. While the seasons will continue their unending cycle, some opportunities could be grasped, and held onto all through the warmth and the cold.
Give it a listen:
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