Ever have one of those dreams where everything seems perfect. The lighting is just right, almost like it is being filtered through the early morning light as it breaks through the dew that coats the leaves, making for an almost kaladoscope effect? You can feel the warmth eminate through your soul, your cheeks hurt from the endless smiling, and their is the pure laughter of children echoing throughout.
I fucking love those dreams. They are the ones I always wake up from too soon and frantically try to fall back asleep to tumble back into. Unfortunately I usually end up in one of those dreams where I have a stats final and I blew off the entire semester because I thought weed brownies and whippets was a good way to spend the spring semester.
You can always tell you are having one of those "perfect dreams" because everything sounds like it is coming from the other room. It sounds distant and glorious and just out of your grasp. This is what listening to the self titled EP by Whatever, Dad.
It is fucking beautiful.
6 songs and 12 minutes of perfection. Stunning and glowing throughout.
Whatever, Dad is the DBA name for Elaiza Santos who I know nothing about other than she is from Purchase, NY, makes sensational music that tickles my soul, and writes a mean haiku. With her self-titled EP she has left me smitten. I am enamoured by her haunting voice, and dexterous lyrics. The ghost folk style mixed with the pixie spirit drives me fucking nuts. Every song sounds vaguely French and makes me wish I smoked clove cigarettes and drank tea with senior citizens who had killer jazz collections on vinyl.
I love the shit out of it.
As far as I know these are the only 6 songs in the Whatever, Dad library and I for one am dying to hear more.