I'll be honest. When I first heard Gwilym Gold's "Muscule" I couldn't really grasp the depth and melancholy of the track. It felt just like one of those mellow singer/songwriter tracks, slightly inspired by some SOHN soundscapes.

For one reason or another I played this tune again this morning, but instead of browsing the Internet on my laptop, I plugged the headphones in my phone and sat on the edge of my window while watching the completely deserted boulevard below me. There's something gloomily inspiring about the empty streets of Berlin on an early weekend morning. In those settings, in that exact moment, I finally discovered how brilliant this track really it. It felt like the missing piece of a minimal, gray and purposeless life-frame.

I am not even sure I would ever be able to experience the track the way I did this morning, but nevertheless it's a piece worth your attention.

Why the first part of the upper paragraph? Well, when you take out all redundant elements, music = experience. Nothing more and nothing less. A vessel of emotions from one human being to another. Just like any other experience, sometimes it is truly unique not because of the "message" of that vessel, but because of the situation or whereabouts when the that experience occurs. That tiny spec of time when X-amount of elements collide together and form the here and now and while I was experiencing my here and now 3 hours ago, it just hit me - "Muscule" is the utter sound of sadness. The sadness which does not necessarily makes you depressed. It's more the sadness we all carry around while moving through life. Some of us have it buried deep down, hidden behind neurons, muscles and blood vessels... and for some of us it's just the layer below the surface.

This post is longer and not necessarily music related, but it was written with no prior preparation and no post-editting. I hope you enjoyed it.

posted by Ivo
July 2014