Like I said in my review of The Room soundtrack, the church parking lot always has a mood. The sky compliments the ground and sidewalks and small shrubberies and patches of grass that surround the neat, stainless building. The sky is filled with deep, luxurious but threatening cinnabar, rich spacey dark blues, faintish mint greens, it all looks like a scoop of sherbet ice cream with the scales of a pale bellied fish. And I tell myself everything will be alright as I imagine a rainbow is in the distance. I put on Hollywood Vishnu, a bootleg ep of Ferraro’s that’s a postmodern soundcloud country vaporwave masterpiece. Twilight Pretender is my favorite and in my eyes is one of the most beautiful songs ever written. The album radiates the feeling of sunset and upcoming joy/fulfillment, the optimism of the weekend. I got the number of an old friend who I haven’t spoken to in years and apparently he likes noise music and playing Chopin on the piano. I haven’t heard Chopin. As for classical music (as of recent) I’ve mainly had Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 on repeat; I listen anytime I’m in study hall. It’s just beautiful, one of the greatest works of music ever composed, even. One Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 = 1000 Eroicas. And I really like Eroica quite a bit! As the album ends we pass a house vividly colored with LED lights, and the sky is getting dark. I think I’m gonna get more driving practice tomorrow on an old car with roughly around 200000 miles on it that we were given by friends at our church ward for five hundred dollars and I don’t have any music picked; I guess I’ll just see how the weather is.

My mom returned from the grocery to pick me up from the church, and I’ll tell you, the church parking lot is surreal; the streetlamp lights are blazing and everything looks straight out of some gritty detective film. Today, blue clouds in like I dunno a blackish greyish bluish (I looked up words for this and all of them were stupid words like “pidgeon blue” “mystery blue” “dark-blue colored blue” I dunno man) shrouded the sky and I reminded myself that I wanted to get back into #filmsoundtracklyfe because after watching The Disaster Artist with my parents (we’ve all collectively been VERY far down the Wiseau rabbit hole as of late, I can’t go a day without thinking about the scene where Mark cruelly thrashes Denny against a trash can for relaying an embarrassing story [Underwear, seriously dude?]) and I was watching the movie thinking, “this soundtrack’s excellent!” And after I couldn’t find it on YouTube, I settled for another movie with, honestly, a fantastic soundtrack. When divorced from The Room itself, this is a near Badalamenti-level quality soundtrack. Okay maybe not THAT good but it’s great. And I taught myself the intro to the opening theme on piano although I’m still getting the left hand movements/chords worked out. Anyway, rain’s lightly pelting the windshield and the mysterious whimsy of this excellent soundtrack compliments the scene. Rain appearing oily and black in the moonlight like tar coats the road and forms puddles. The moon looks most excellent tonight! A waning crescent.

We went on a seven and a half mile paved road thing; as we arrived, rain was gently sweeping against the car and we all had umbrellas with us. I put on this album since I found it while searching on Discogs for cool looking witch house cassettes since I’ve been interested in the genre but none of the big well rated albums looked all that good. The album fits the mood- heavy on the atmosphere. Grey clouds blanket the sky and every now and then the paved gravel dips and a shallow but wide puddle is formed. Even after about ten minutes, the soles of my shoes had become damp; just par for the course, I reckon! The point is, the overall walk was good. And this album is REALLY good. But anyway, by the time the walk was over the battery on my MP3 player was out and I’d listened to The Ghost Sonata alongside this one. Anyway, this sort of cloudy weather i quite like! The rain is always my favorite weather.

We (my mom, older sister and I) visited an ice cream parlor today and each got a shake. The ice cream place itself was surprisingly large; it was about six living rooms wide. Half of it was a convenience store dedicated to selling an array of pool water-flavored Gatorades in a wide selection of colors, like light blue, runny light blue, robins egg blue, and turquoise. I put on Heartless Hoodlum to match the chill (in this case, literally chill) energy of the whole place. The ice cream place is shockingly spotless other than its general lack of mopped floors- ever other four tiles there’s a piece of gum so old it’s turned black. I get a large Caramel Pretzel Kick with vanilla milk instead of my usual “Blue Moo Cookie Dough,” a flavor a lot of my friends longing for the carefree days of childhood appreciate. There are only two employees: a cashier and a guy preparing the ice cream itself. Both take long enough that I was far in the album by the time we get to the cashier- but I’m not complaining. I love this album.

Today my family was assigned to clean the church, I went, as usually we’d be the only ones there; we were not, this time around. Awkwardly, I couldn’t find much work for myself to do, so instead I attended to the unlisted duty of cleaning junk out of the church parking lot. Here was the most common litter: halves of cardboard boxes with relatively obscure brands logo’d on them, empty water bottles and Mountain Dew bottles, White Castle sauce packets, and empty cases of Marlboro cigarettes. As I did this task, I listened to this. Maddie told me I’d like it, unsurprisingly I did. It comes from the same tree as Erko’s I’m Okay You’re Okay aesthetic-wise, I’ll say that. But anyway, it was a tremendously wonderful day outside. It was moderately windy but anytime I felt the sun, it was glorious! My 18-year-old sister was watching cartoons for eight year olds with another eighteen year old both before we left and when we got back. And yea, there was probably some hipster happy sunshine album I could’ve listened to but this made the scene better- pure entertainment on a musical level.