ORANGE MAPLE FROM SOFFEE IS, With the arrival of autumnal-themed songs, it appears that Soffee’s 8th single “Orange Maple” is no exception. 안전한 카지노사이트
While the titular maple tree is appropriately Fall-themed, I dare to draw further parallels. Indeed, Soffee’s sound is more than just the tree;
It is the paper-cup latte that warms the wind-bitten hands of those who haven’t yet dusted off their gloves.
But we’ll talk about that later. The single comes first.
Soffee’s new song is the first in English in a discography that has previously been in Korean, delivering a poetic single worthy of any movie’s melancholy montage.
When I first heard this song, I was struck by its drifting vocals, echoing harmonies, simple guitar, and imaginative lyrics.
The lines themselves lift up in rhythmic quickness, beating high before dropping at every downbeat, “warm-EST /heart/, can’t seem to find-THE /words/,”
Giving a sense of striding but inevitably falling. Such a rhythm perfectly mirrors the orange maple’s leaves, which lift with the wind but always fall to the ground at some point.
As the song progresses, the image of the maple and the girl with the burned out heart merge; the girl appears to be hiding her true identity from the world
Attempting to stop the passage of time and slow the seasons of her life. Soffee suggests that she knows the answer to her emptiness
But that the girl might not want to hear it. Why fight the shedding of old leaves or the transformative rest of winter? Why fight the person you’re becoming?
Soft harmonies mimic the drifting of leaves and cold winds blowing in between these strident verses.
At times, the acoustic guitar enters with delicate fingerpicking and the high pluck of a harmonic.
The falling beat becomes hypnotic; rather than rousing her subject’s fear, Soffee gently lulls her into a natural shedding of anxiety and artifice. 카지노사이트
Perhaps you’re wondering how something so drowsy could be called a latte.
When I’m not writing articles for TSM, I’m participating in poetry groups. One of the exercises we do is look into the emotional core of each poet’s corpus.
It’s a lot easier than it sounds. The idea is that every poet, regardless of subject, ends with a common emotional note, whether it be of anger, curiosity, or whimsy.
Or something entirely different. It’s a fascinating exercise that I’ve integrated into my study of my favorite music as well.
Soffee’s music has a fleeting sadness to it; each song is tristful, but always hopeful.
In fact, all of the heaviness only serves to lighten the message, with the dim, mellow instrumentation brightening the harmonies.
As if the all-encompassing bitter grain of espresso were suddenly stung with frothy milk and sweet vanilla syrup.
Like a latte.
If, like the burned-out girl in the song, you’re feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden rush of the school year
Halloween decorations (God forbid, Christmas decorations), or the coming winter cold (perhaps you, too, feel the need to “give despite the emptiness inside”), take comfort in Soffee’s song.
At first, it may appear that there is too much going on to allow yourself that moment of hibernation.
But once you’ve had a taste of it, I’m sure you’ll keep coming back for the sweet, warm jolt of hope nestled inside, just like me. 카지노 블로그