Day 72: Darren Hayes has and always will be the artist I can most relate to.
Admittedly, it’s a little delusional to imagine how one can possibly relate to someone who doesn’t even know your existence. I know it’s silly. But through his songs there’s also this sense of openness; his songs are something I can hold onto.
From his Savage Garden days to his four albums afterwards, he’s taught me how to endure tension for the spark, when to fight a losing battle and when to let go, and that selfless giving is not a sign of weakness but of strength.
Day 40: Repeating their debut album for months on end, to say I loved Savage Garden in high school would be an understatement. I especially adored the ending track — Santa Monica.
A while back I found myself feeling homesick and lonesome, and found myself wandering the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica one Sunday morning.
Santa Monica shuffled onto my music playlist, and for a second memories of my high school days overwhelmed me; ideas of the places I wanted to go, things I wanted to become. I’m here.
In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names like Jake or Mandy.