Incubus | Morning View
Very, very recently I thought it would be a good idea to listen to this record again. It’s always been a favorite of mine, but it’s also one that I listened to so frequently for about 10 years, that I needed to go extended periods of time without listening to it, to enjoy it. It had been long enough.
This album came out when I was 18 years old. I had just gotten a bass. This record, alongside Make Yourself & White Pony, solidified in my mind that I needed to play music. Easier said than done. Let’s try art school. A creative rennassiance followed where I learned more about myself than any time in my life. This record was a catalyst.
I’m 31 now. I listened to it with new ears, and a lifted mind. By Mexico, I had to turn it off. For some reason this listen, I felt the sadness in it. Having been infatuated with this band, I knew what they did, and where they were to make this record. But still, amongst the ocean, mansions, black lights & parties, there was an unavoidable sadness in Boyd that I never heard till now.
I attribute it to growing up. When it came out, being emotional, and finding my emotions, was a new revelation. One that this record harmonized with perfectly for me. While I didn’t finish listening to it this time around, I knew where it was going. And despite feeling a little overwhelmed by the lyrics, I was still inspired. This is my attempt at a record cover for what ‘Morning View’ means to me now. Feeling stuck in one place seemingly unaware that just beyond the walls is everything you could possibly want. Something for each of us. Overwhelmed with opportunity, just not quite mature enough to know what to do with it. The only way to get there, lies in the experience.
A new appreciation for this record and this timeless band. I have enjoyed growing up with you.