How NOT to write about music – 42. Mitski

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My God. I am so late. My god. I am so lonely. My god.

Inexcusable, the lateness. I mean, I can offer excuses – isolation, bewilderment, depression and living among the half-empty hair salons of Haywards Heath foremost among them – but these are neither here nor there. Nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nodoby nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody should be missing music like this. I have been aware of Mitski before (I recall writing “this is music I used to love to listen to, back when I had the choice”) but I do not recall being so enraptured, blown away, flabbergasted, wonder-struck, caught in the groove, desirous to know everything and everyone and *possess*. Nobody nobody nobody nobody should have to miss out on music like this – can you imagine hearing this once, in full, and then forgetting it, letting it pass you by, letting life pass you by, not going for the little squidges and gasps of emotion and loneliness, not falling into the groove and swooning, not wandering around the house and skip-singing the chorus and refrains to your cat and the cooking, not feeling yourself so uplifted by the gorgeous chorus and helpless adoration and the way everything steps up a gear and begins to take on new shapes, fresh dimensions, a wonderment of pleasure palace cavalcades and shit? Nobody nobody nobody should have to suffer that. A song that makes you want to start screaming. A song that makes you want to start scheming. A song that makes you start dreaming what life might be like if you could stop FOR JUST ONE FUCKING SECOND all that feeling sorry for yourself and START just for one second enjoying all the glorious art and music and dirty washing up and move – POW! – through more friends’ lives and move – POW! – through more strangers’ lives and move. Pow. As someone wrote on YouTube, “The key change is like a depressed person suddenly walked into a disco and I love it”. The key change is always when a depressed person walks into a disco and starts grooving and loving it because why else, what else should you do but dance and scream and know that loneliness is eternal? The video in itself is a pure delight, especially (as someone else remarks) her facial expressions during 1.11-1.19. Everything changes. Everything flows. Heaven, heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. This song is greater than the greatest thing ever that happened in a series of great lifetimes. The song speeds up. It slows down. It speeds up again. It stays the same. It modulates. It fades. It crescendos. It slows. It ends. It sends me crazy with desire. “I know no one will save me/I’m just asking asking for a kiss/Just one good lovely kiss and I’ll be alright.”

Nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nodoby nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nodoby nobody nobody nobody moves me like Mitski does right now. 100,000 of those 2.8m listens are from me.

You need just one song for your lonely dance party tonight.

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