[ALL HEARTBEATS] Monstercat 024 – Vanguard Mood Mixes
Lifeblood. Don’t think of music as a heartbeat. Even 3:06 of bursts out the chest. Think of music. a song. a thousand tracks like ten thousand red blood cells bumping against each other in your arteries. Screaming hell.yeah as they make you that human thing on the dancefloor. All work in concert with each other so your heart has something to fucking say. So you don’t walk down the street, stumble into the crosswalk. dead. at the end of a Pegboards Nerds song. Music, like humans, should never be isolated.
It’s why I’ve invited S&S writers, tastemakers and some of the best musical talent out there to show us where music takes them. What moods does a song inspire? what stories does a track tell as it thumps the neurons of a tastemaker? Putting artists in conversation with each other: does it make them go arrhythmic or give them a rush of new blood?
I asked each of the contributors to pick one track from Monstercat‘s 024- VANGUARD playlist because that label is synonymous with the emotional side of esoterically accessible pop. Then: create a mood list based on that track. tell us a story. from start to finish. first heartbeat to last. show us how one song flows to the next. show us all the heartbeats.
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HEARTBEAT INSPIRATION: PEGBOARD NERDS. EMOJI.
MOOD: Ran her around for two years ‘cos I was really scared. Realized a week too late I could let go. Roll my bones into a suitcase. Throw them across an ocean, have a really great life. Not now. Fucked it. This human thing is trouble and this list is all the things I would’ve said if my heart wasn’t stuck at a red light all these years.
We risk it all to love again
But in the daylight you pretend
It was all just fun, and nothing more to you
Stuck at a redlight, never change
My heart needs re-arranging
MISS YOU. HEART FUCKER.
WISTFUL. TEARS OF THE ROBOT.
//JOSH D’ELIA FROM STORY OF THE RUNNING WOLF//
HEARTBEAT INSPIRATION: NIGEL GOOD. SPACE PLUS ONE.
MOOD: Exploration was on my mind with this mix. There are a lot of moments in these tunes that conjure a feeling of traveling through space or soaring over strange landscapes, either at high speeds, or just drifting through stillness. Sometimes the feeling is introspective, moving back in time, reflecting on memories, and other times it races forward into uncharted territory. There’s an interesting balance of optimism and trepidation that comes with exploration. Obviously this applies to any new venture, relationship, etc…it’s that risk of going into the unknown that makes it all the more satisfying when you discover something new, or just make it out alive on the other side.
We’ll kiss the world goodbye
And rush into the dark
Standing at the edge of a dream
We’ll jump together
Breathe. Cliff-Diving Neurons.
Boom. Boom. Never-Bust.
HEARTBEAT INSPIRATION: KARMA FIELDS. SKYLINE.
MOOD: i can’t always get out. want to. swirling around in this space some call deep space nine. cos it’s a vacuum and my heart it has no air for anyone. and in those moments of isolation. misery. of watching the sun rise over and over around me. even as i’m shooting at everyone with my laser. i still think every sun rise might be the one hope is born out of misery.
You don’t have to face it
You can carry on
As you feel the Earth
Start to slip away
Swirling in sadness. Basking in sun.
Heat my little heart.
HEARTBEAT INSPIRATION: MR. FIJIWIJI. YOURS TRULY (AARON JACKSON REMIX).
MOOD: Not so fragile. Ok, I am. But only in the bedsheets swimming in my brain. The crevasses of the corner of our bed I carry-on my heart for you in. Don’t run away. I’ll trap you. comfort you. in this comforter. Promise. Ok, I can’t promise.
Dancing with you
Feels like there are no more
Lovers to discover
Darling, I suggest you and I collide
cold comfort in the comforter. yours truly.
can warm me. pull me close.
HEARTBEAT INSPIRATION: FRACTAL. AMOR.
MOOD: I got powers. No superhero. No kryptonite kicking it in my stomach either. Think I’m powerless. That I’m the kind of person whose arteries don’t know karate. Kick out all the unwanted, what kills me. That I’m the kind of person who falls down waterfalls. Like I don’t have feet made for running, from the rush of new blood and the heavy rivers of end-time heartbreak alike. I got powers. To stand here. Courageous. Outline my body with feet that dance around you. Outlined like crime scene chalk. In case you end-me, and I gave you the power to do so.
Life is a waterfall
Just follow me
Face myself. Freefall.
Finally. Into you.