March 10, New York: (Note, I did the listening to this album a week ago on my flight from New York to London).
I spent three years of my life not listening to Belle and Sebastian and I couldn’t tell you why. At some point in my sophomore year of college it seemed like all of my friends were listening to this album and it became a point of pride for me, a part of my burgeoning adult identity, to eschew its advances. It was attached somehow to an effort to bring masculinity more to the fore— a period marked by a penchant for cheap whiskey and unflitered cigarettes. But I think I probably always knew that my friends were right (literally none of them joined me on my anti-Belle and Sebastian crusade) and now I love love love this album and I hate the wasted years I missed not listening to these songs.
If you’re feeling sinister is such a beautiful album for a Sunday morning, even though I’m spending this one above the Atlantic. It’s like a light afghan you pull from the back of the couch when you lay down with your first cup of coffee and begin to ease into the day. I used to actually fall asleep to this album and The boy with the Arab Strap they were so familiar and comforting to me.
I’m so happy I finally came around on this album. It’s been a beautiful soundtrack to so many Sundays past and so many Sundays yet to come.