There is a time to work, and a time to enjoy. There is a time to get carried away and for feeling it, and there is a time for self-examination and soul-searching.
On Sundays, especially, I usually feel like looking back on the past week and asking myself what I’ve accomplished. It’s hard to say why precisely Sundays are good for pondering, but I guess it has something to do with it being the last day of the week, and Mondays and Tuesdays often being the hardest, shittiest days of the week when you’re working at a regular nine to five.
Of course I realize that it’s kind of stereotypical and not very controversial to say that. At least in a ”Swedish winter depressed way”. I also understand that a lot of you are not Swedish, nor have ever been to Sweden, and therefore I suppose you will have difficulties relating to this phenomenon right away, but I still feel that it’s worth trying to reflect over and for you to embrace and know. Partly, I think many of you already understand what I’m talking about, I mean, everybody hates Mondays. But where I come from we talk about it as a kind of dark winter-depression.
It’s a common subject. On the bus to work, on the subway, at the dinner table or when you’re unfortunate enough to meet your stiffest neighbor at the grocery store. You could even say it’s an ice breaker, much in the way that talking about the weather has saved a lot of people when nothing special and interesting enough is happening in their everyday normal lives.
A normal conversation between yourself and a neighbor that you failed to hide yourself from behind a shelf of frozen fish sticks, could for example sound like this:
Neighbor: Oh, hi there, neighbor! Didn’t see you there. How are you doing today?
You: Hi! Well, it’s all good, except I’m really tired of the cold winter.
Neighbor: Yeah, we’ll have to hope that spring isn’t coming too late this year. It’s almost like you get depressed in this cold, dark time of the year.
It’s our little Fuku (for the illiterate, read The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, or Google it), our little piece of most negative and stereotypical culture, our little curse.
These tracks might be intended to solve greater problems than just your average I hate Mondays-depression, but they work oh so well:
Fugees rippin’ it up live at the Apollo ’96. Song: How many mics (live jam)
Quest and Black Thought from The Roots puttin’ it down in Philadelphia.
Kno (of Cunninglynguists) – Graveyard, the official video.
Now I’ve noticed that people in general often have a predetermined opinion on whether they like surprises or not. Some people like to have it all planned out into last detail, whatever they put themselves through: They’re organized, go to the gym regularly, think things through, do their homework and plan their economy, while some people like to take life spontaneously and have no idea of what they’re going to do in the next five minutes. I guess I’m somewhere in between, but I know that I love happy surprises like when my sister tells me I’m going to be an uncle in a couple of months, or when I end up at Cassiopeia randomly, and they have an awesome hip hop setup that you didn’t expect at all. Last Saturday Cassiopeia was filled with scratchy, funky, classic hip hop by: Coma & Sticky Dojah, Dj Cussion and the duo The Smells containing Dj Geroe and DJ iLL.
I’ll leave you with some more links here. Check them out, as long as you like good music you won’t be disappointed!
Sticky Dojah’s Myspace
The Smells homepage (some really nice mix tapes in there).
Plus, who knows, some day you might find yourself at a bus stop in Stockholm in minus ten degrees Celsius, wondering why your neighbor/childhood buddy/friend’s parent/random person you’ve met randomly, who is sitting on the bench also waiting for the bus, is trying to hide behind a issue of yesterdays newspaper obviously faking to read it. At least now you know what to talk about.