Recently some acquaintances have scrutinised my gaming habits just to be let down by the non-existence thereof. As to the whys and wherefores of my lack of ludic endeavours, it all boils down to me maturing into an absolute bore. Be it for physical, psychological or ethical reasons, playing nowadays will seldom ever please me.
If I didn’t know better, you’d have me say the way today’s feeds, playlists, watchlists and what-nots are geared for our liking has strongly undermined the rate we witness serendipity… Or however else you might call it: synchronicity, fortune, fate, confirmation bias.
I first came across Bears in Trees on Tumblr, about eight years ago. Needless to say, my first impression was bad. Their outright lie baffled me — none of the band members were bears. Sometimes, they’d be in trees, though. Regardless of such despicable conspiracy, they grew on me. I put my liking of them down to their chaotic-good attitude and their British indie sound with a twist of queerness.
When the last scene from Pixar’s Luca was coming to an end, I tearily told my friends its only mistake — Disney’s censorship aside — was not including Mina on its soundtrack. It seemed fit for its subtext of a teenage romance set in the 60s dolce vita Italian seaside. I was proved wrong delightfully when the credits rolled to Mina’s Città Vuota, and the tears ran down my face.
Last Saturday, I noticed Janis Joplin mentions Detroit on Cry, Baby. I’ve had an abnormal fascination for the Motor City ever since I was a kid, to my USian friends utter dismay. I suppose they are far too desensitised from Detroit’s marvellous architecture, an unique blend of neo-Gothic and Flemish styles, to see through the myriad of challenges the town faces nowadays.
