You really need to be in a very specific space to fully appreciate these wry, precious, oh-so-twee, librarian-chic clad indie-kids, but those of us who understand will always feel something akin to love for Belle & Sebastian — for their eloquent sneers at bourgeois society, for their quiet, wistful recognition that modern life was not made for such as them or I, and for their whimsical, faintly melancholy sense that for all of that, it’s the little moments and the gentle absurdities that make it all worthwhile. - 1/04
This song has only been a part of my life for a relatively short period of time, but it’s come to mean so much to me. It just perfectly captures where I’m at right now — wistful, melancholy, cynical, quietly despairing but somehow beyond the sturm und drang of adolescence and able to see the little brightnesses and amusing details of life, too. One goes on because that’s what one does. - 9/4/04
What can I say? This song means the world to me. - 18/4/04
It’s as much the idea of the song as the song itself, I think, and since when has that made any difference at all either way? I know that it’s special because it perfectly evokes the state that I’m in despite only having one line (“now I’m feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad”) which could even remotely correspond to the externalities of my daily life, and for a thousand other reasons that I can't put into words. It just is.
This song has only been a part of my life for a relatively short period of time, but it’s come to mean so much to me. It just perfectly captures where I’m at right now — wistful, melancholy, cynical, quietly despairing but somehow beyond the sturm und drang of adolescence and able to see the little brightnesses and amusing details of life, too. One goes on because that’s what one does. - 9/4/04
What can I say? This song means the world to me. - 18/4/04
It’s as much the idea of the song as the song itself, I think, and since when has that made any difference at all either way? I know that it’s special because it perfectly evokes the state that I’m in despite only having one line (“now I’m feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad”) which could even remotely correspond to the externalities of my daily life, and for a thousand other reasons that I can't put into words. It just is.
