#crowded rooms

[shy-girl04]

So what, I'm never gonna be like you This world you occupy in these crowded rooms

JGrrey & Baxter Dury

[loud-thoughts-here]

Crowded rooms

I still feel alone in crowded rooms

Without you by my side.

I wonder if this is how Jupiter feels with it's many moons,

Like your being pulled under by a tide.

-J

[iheartmoosiq]

[PREMIERE]  

TERROR JR - CROWDED ROOMS 🍇

Fizzy grape soda is the best. Its sugary taste brings sweet pleasure to the mouth. But if there’s one class of pop that’s incomparably better than grape soda, its grape bops from Terror Jr’s Lisa Vitale and David Singer-Vine. Their music flits into the ears, spreads throughout the body, and bursts like fireworks with jolts of future pop effervescence. The heart nearly ruptures from bolts of sweet zingy rapture, so often whip-smart soaked in racy provocative or darkly suggestive innuendo. The duo whipped us into a giddy frenzy last week when they made their return with the hot peppery nectar of their collaboration with AObeats, ‘9 2 5′, and an announcement that they’d left their label and gone fully independent. Today, Terror Jr gives us the next chapter of their autonomous new adventure in Crowded Rooms, an aerated pop rumination that escalates from its tip-toe beats and brittle shards into lush guitar swells and rich harmonies. It even closes out in gentle contemplation with beautifully florid keys after Lisa Vitale sleekly entrances us with her candy-glazed, mink-like voice. Terror Jr reunites with seasoned producer Lincoln Jesser on Crowded Rooms to give us a welcome combination that was previously adored on Terror Jr’s Caramel. 

The intriguing vignette that accompanies the new single gives us a fascinating glimpse into the underbelly of the song. Lisa exits a house, punching the air with a sharp knife as volatile pink hearts flash and fade through an open doorway. She walks across a lawn and into an empty room while singing about a crowded room. Crowded Rooms seems to be a song of duality. Loneliness when you’re not alone, disconnection when you’re in a crowd, the apathy that can accompany solitude. Perfect lip gloss tainted by gravel, shiny sequins drawing attention in the pitch black of night. A longing for connection, countered with a fear of visibility and vulnerability. We go to parties and we go home in someone else’s shoes, leaving a little piece of ourselves behind. There’s nothing more attuned to this rather familiar inner turmoil than Terror Jr’s immaculately polished, electro-torqued pop, with its honey-dribbled fabric ever so shrewdly embroidered with spiky edges and barbed nuance. With 9 2 5 and now Crowded Rooms flowing and burbling through our “grapeful” earholes, we can’t help but be more enthused than ever for Terror Jr’s next EP, Come Outside And Break Your Heart. Listen to Terror Jr on Spotify, here. Crowded Rooms is streaming as a single, here.

[lasaraconor]

Baxter Dury & JGrrey - Crowded Rooms

[sentimental-idiot25]

A Crowded Room

In a crowded room full of strangers, I would always search for your face, hoping to catch your eye. And sometimes I would find you looking back at me, and we would smile or exchange glances at the happenings around us. That's the thing about the people we're most comfortable with - they are always there for us, and it's natural to seek out their presence in any situation.

But as time went on, I found myself standing at the front of the room, staring at you the entire time. And you never once looked back at me, not even with a smile. You were still my safety, my comfort, but to you I was just another stranger in the crowd. And it was in that moment that I realized I had lost you, and the ache in my heart grew even deeper.

[wildflowers-and-cottonpillows]

crowded rooms

Our secret moments

You can’t deny

Hold your breath

When you walk by

Act like, you couldn’t care less

But I know you want me, without that dress

[sixmonthsandgone]

So apparently, standing next to very tall men makes me feel the same way as standing in the middle of a super crowded room- vaguely claustrophobic and not sure what to do with my eyes...

[cherokeeghostwriter]

from across the room

words are such a poor substitute for feeling arranged, then rearranged over and again with no telling how they will be received the uncounted possibility of interpretation... and I am lost now, in a crowded room this, the dream, a wish some small connection of bright affinity  an image of unmistakable clarity- sounding drowning out the rumbling echo of a murmuring throng