“I understand it’s not easy during these times to stand stubbornly against despair; but I believe music exists to draw from it what we need: confidence, ambition, endurance, etc.”

It’s the weekend, and I feel as though I nearly didn’t make it. Long days, long nights, and many, many tasses de café; I’ve settled down into my office chair with the week’s piece of Culture. I had been holding onto this one for a little while now. The innate obscurity of it lead the song to slip away from me, but I’ve tracked it down once again. So, well, it’s mine now, and I’m glad it is. I should’ve kept ahold of this piece from the beginning for so long; since I’ve heard it again after the chaos that was this week I’ve felt transcended. Ever since my residence in the Warren I’ve rarely felt the tickles of nostalgia, but I got some fuzzy feelings from my musical experiences this week. Aquaserge’s “L’ire est au rendez-vous” landed squarely back in my lap and sent me on an emotionally sonic journey.

The somberness that stretches over much of this piece might give my readers pause as to why I seem to be able to extract so much joy out of it. Well, as anyone in the Warren can attest to, our language of communication is not French, not in the least, and Francophone music rarely makes its way to your ears. Plus, splice in these bits of 1960’s soiree and “L’ire est au rendez-vous” can appeal to anyone, not just those afflicted by the pure romance of the language.

I understand it’s not easy during these times to stand stubbornly against despair; but I believe music exists to draw from it what we need: confidence, ambition, endurance, etc. So, a song such as “L’ire est au rendez-vous”, with its conflicting and contrarian shifts in sound, can give us insight into our own abilities to find enjoyment any source. I know this is a bold choice in music given my short time spent in this seat, but I know my Warren.