I had a very “duh” discovery this week.
I discovered that there is something therapeutic and reflective and calming about the piano and classical instruments that overcomes me in my moments of frenzy.
I have been listening to a fantastic collection of piano playlists on Spotify (<--click that if you want to watch how many times I can listen to covers of Miley Cyrus tracks) and have mostly kept my Ólafur Arnalds collection on constant repeat when I’m not near a computer.
The first I heard the resplendent talents of Ólafur Arnalds was when I was pregnant back in 2007. Perhaps I was riveted by his ability to keep alive a beautiful genre of music that nowadays need be explicitly showcased to humanity. I’ve been a lover of classical composition since I took up the cello in the fourth grade, when the instrument, with its scrolling craftsmanship, matched my stature almost perfectly.
Ólafur Arnalds is one of those musicians where you can close your eyes and see the story he tells through his craft, but he also collaborates with some severely impressive directorial talent so that you don’t have to close your eyes to see the story before you.
I’m not sure if it’s the gratuitous Icelandic fisherman butt crack or the poetry of what that sad, naked man does, but this video for This Place Was A Shelter is one I’d recommend watching while seated. And probably when you’re sure your bosses door is closed if you happen to catch it in the ole workplace.