SULTRY, MELANCHOLIC SPARKS... An ode to Röyksopp and a piece about reminiscing.

SULTRY, MELANCHOLIC SPARKS... An ode to Röyksopp and a piece about reminiscing.

By (S)llew la Wulf | Llewella_love_wolf | 30 Oct 2020


 

 

I remember when I first heard the album this song was off, Melody am. I'd been off travelling, or rather living and working in (running away to and hiding in actually) Greece and Spain for a few years and had resettled myself back into normal UK life - which involved largely making the same mistakes I had made, being drawn into the same bullshit patterns (with the same guy) 2 years before when I had left. It felt depressing. After 2 relatively brief attempts at relationships (neither with the guy I referred to previously btw - he (and the strange hold he had over me) was largely the reason none of my relationship's could work back then...that scenario went on for a good 10 years at least) and realising that my life was just about working in shit agency office jobs, to earn enough money to fuel my lifestyle of one party to the next coupled with a series of disastrous relationships in which I was always the villain. I knew it had to stop. I had to do something to change my life around. And actually I did, although in a piecemeal sorta way.

One night at a party in the woods - a great party at which I played 'trampoline capoeira' (very off my face) and not only beat everyone but took out a guy who actually did capoeira :-) I had done one lesson but was better on a trampoline than he... I also later on that evening did a back flip out of a tree and into a lake. I remember knowing it was dangerous but was too exhilarated not to do it! Looking back I'm surprised I survived those wooly nights of serious hedonism, because I was always doing some crazy acrobatic feat... but the main feature for me, had to be the dancing! Dancing in the moonlight, surrounded by a 100 or so like minded folk to songs of our era - yes - I spent a lot of time doing that and have great memories of it. But this night...this was the night I first was introduced to Röyksopp and the album the above song is from. The song I heard playing was Eple, which if you are somehow not aware of it, please follow the link and try and... follow the link; I was 25, jaded by life already, washed up, wrung out, a bit directionless but hey, so many of us were at that point. But those sorts of parties; in a clearing in the woods, with a soundsystem and way too many drugs, were a space for us to forget...and this song...I still get goosebumps when I hear it, cos it felt like a beacon of hope in some way. It elevated me and made me feel that everything, anything was possible... Yes, yes, drugs have a tendency to literally alter your chemistry and therefore tinge your responses to stimuli but...why do I still have a reaction when I hear it now? It has a spooky power I'd like to think :-)

Everyone seemed to have this album after that party and it got played and listened to death that summer. As it transpired, it wasn't the only great track. Remind me and Sparks (from the video) being my 2 favourites now. Oddly both songs being about this idea of memory, reminiscing and yearning for something/someone no longer present. Feels so apt currently, because although yes, these songs, Sparks in particular, speak of yearning/mourning for the loss of a romantic love/r and that bittersweet melancholic memory flood that can stop us in our tracks when it appears but show me one person who isn't yearning for days gone by currently? In the midst of yet more lockdown measures that don't look set to properly ease really until Spring, it looks like we have a long, dark Winter ahead, without even a full summer to look back and reminisce upon. This whole year has been farcical and got all of us feeling sulky and wishing to either be transported back, or propelled forwards...but truth be told, the future looks way too uncertain for that to be a valid wish... so I'd plump for back.

If I could go back anywhere for an evening, I think I'd go back to that first night I heard Eple and just loose myself in dance and all those follies of youth...


(S)llew la Wulf
(S)llew la Wulf

Yet another artist screaming (colourfully) into the void. I like to dance. I write. I do self portraiture and i draw... I cover topics ranging from racial bias to female sexuality to capitalism to rape culture and of course, love ❤️


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