Bitter:Sweet

3 Oct

A chill has settled here in my geography. The sun is bright but worn and the wind is both subtle and nodding with crispness. I gaze from my vantage point downward and note that the pedestrians are hunch-shouldered and that the short sleeves and skirts of summer have been replaced with last year’s sweater patterns, and a smattering of heavier coats better kept in the closet until snow and ice can be heard with a soft crunch beneath booted feet.

A perfect, lazy day of autumn that could be reeking of hot chocolate laced with Frangelico after a walk in the nearby woods has caused just enough exertion to bead strands of sweat on a spine. A call to a worn, form fitting couch has a mesmerizing, soothing feel when coupled with a favored, grandmother type quilt that maybe needs to be restuffed – but can still wrap as if it has spring form memory.

The first tug of an infant fire arching to life is already quieting conversation while eyes automatically focus on the bright yellow, red and green flickers hovering over the catching bark. Invisible heat waves stealthily lap against the open room and quietly and determinedly win the silent battle of air temperature.

An eye closing mellow yawn, a long, drawn out, almost as if post massage, smile-inducing stretch clears the mind and unwinds the body. From the mouth of the speaker should come a sound evocative of the moment; one with a spiritual incantation that draws the intangible from within, creating a balmy, complete feeling.

Heaven
Bitter:Sweet is a combination jazz / trip hop / electronic band formed following the dismantling of The Supreme Beings Of Leisure. Their debut album The Mating Game is filled with the strain of luscious, breathy, soothing vocals paired with gorgeous, compelling arrangements that couple to graciously sooth, lovingly caress and ease with grace a modicum of minutes that must be tamed.

Everyone dreams about heaven
Nobody knows what to think
The truth is that I go to heaven
Every time you look at me

If I wait too long I may not say goodnight
Never knowing how or when I might just die

I’m yours
I’m yours
(Heaven can’t wait)

Everyone dreams about something
Heaven can be anything
The truth is that my slice of heaven
Tastes better than my favorite drink

If I wait too long I may not say goodnight
If I take my time then maybe you will find

The Mating Game
This track contains a slight splice of Bossa nova that will have you curling corners of your mouth in an upward direction.

Dance with me across the ocean floor
Sail away to heaven’s open door
Step right up you’re the next contestant
In this sweet charade
Take a number, wait while I twist your fate

On the mating game
Mating game

Hold me close enough to drink my rose
The devil in my pocket turned to gold
Sorry to warn you, you’re in a daze
Tonight I’ll love you, but tomorrow go away

The enriched, gently arching heat shimmering from the fire, the embrace from within of the silken drink and the lulling resonance of Bitter: Sweet have the ability of moving you into a realm of distinct contentment and delight.

Heaven
The Mating Game
From:
Bitter:Sweet The Mating Game [2006]

Addendum
There are a few recent posts out there are just too good to be passed up. Jeff over at AM, Then FM has a Late Show clip of the inimitable Tom Jones doing his best John Lee Hooker. Tom is great, no question there, but he’s outdone himself on this scorcher. Barely Awake In Frog Pajamas has unearthed a great jewel that I haven’t heard since its heyday in the 80’s – 88 Lines About 44 Women.

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