Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Ian Grimble and Richard Matthews of Communion Music at 2KHz, Crouch End, London
Not really sure what I'm feeling right now, but I know it's alright. I know that I should be going to bed. It's that time of night when such a thing happens, or is supposed to happen, but Shai Halperin's Sweet Lights songs "Message On The Wire" and "Oh No" are impossible to say goodnight to. They could turn me into an insomniac, something that I've never wanted, something that would be a poor choice for me. But here I am, not really able to pull myself away from these two songs in particular. They've been played a half a dozen times each now already and they've not grown irksome. They feel like warm towels.
They remind me of the following things:
Earlier today, I told my kids that it was perfectly okay to just eat the white seeds in their wedges of watermelon, that they wouldn't hurt them. Such a conversation felt so damned summertime to me that it was nice - nicer than such a mundane thing should have felt. And you know what? They swallowed those seeds down, chomped all that red juiciness down to the rind.
The boat I've never had. The sunburns I've accepted for my irresponsibility more times than I can remember.
Warm beds on cold ass nights and cool beds on nights when the locusts and the streets are melting, when the mugginess chokes everything to death.
A green as hell, perfectly manicured lawn.
That there's no chance we'll ever get to our dying day and think that life was too long.