How does one begin to write about the genius of a band whose reputation has sustained itself for over five decades? Whatever one can say, will be insufficient.
Paint it, Black is a curious song. Although its subject is depression and darkness, it brings to the listener an oddly upbeat track. The track is known for its use of the Sitar as a crucial component of the composition, thanks to Brian Jones who only explored eastern instruments as a way of curing his boredom.
The song has become my go-to in the last few days. It resonates with me - not necessarily by virtue of the morbidity it represents - but there is something else about the song. As a number 1 hit for decades, it is of course acoustically pleasing. However, I find there to be an irony in it, in that death and loss can incite such a beautiful expression and experimentation. It is the kind of song that is perfect for a midweek pool game at the local bar. The world is sucky -- but there's always salvaging points.
If you're feeling particularly tuned into morbidity this week, this is your track.
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About the curator - Aarushi Aggarwal
Aarushi is a senior at college and is majoring in history and international relations. Her music library is as much home to jazz as it is to Indian classical. Her passion for discovering new music far supersedes other equally important things like finishing assignments on time. She loves dogs, coffee and chocolate.
