There is nothing I love more than songs with that midnight-rooftop feel to them. The ones that makes you feel like if you let go, you will drift off into space forever. The music that invites intimacy between you and nature, sunset, sunrise, staring at the sea or flying across the clouds – and gets better every time you hear it. This whole soundtrack has helped me see the other side of the universe.
This, this is the song.
(Basketball Jones - Barry White & Chris Rock/Space Jam OST)
This song has left a dent in my heart. It makes me feel weightless. Weightless – with no fear of depths, of endlessness. As if I’m observing the whole world from a tiny lighthouse, looking down and remembering when the sky was young, in a time before a beginning. I get overwhelmed with nostalgia looking back on memories that I’ve never even experienced. I love Space Jam. Whether I am in bliss, tired, lonely, angry or just numb with pain this movie/soundtrack brings me home. You go through so many different emotions and stages during a week (or even a day). From hungry to frustrated to ecstatic to livid back to hungry or tired again. So it’s obviously very difficult to find a song or even an album that covers that entire spectrum of emotion, making you reflect back on everything. But this song paints a beautiful landscape with the brightest palette derived from all those moods. It makes me feel as if everything’s falling apart at once, but everything is going to be okay. It teases me with oblivion, like an underwater ray of sunlight. It’s like walking through a dream. God’s breath disguised as a breeze on a hot day. If you captured eternity in a bottle and listened, this is what it would sound like:
“Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin’
In fac’, I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood.”
Its deep harmonies torture the heart; meanwhile, the progressive drum beat really compliments the layers of everything else. Euphoria radiates throughout. Ambiance and beauty; loudness, the lack thereof, and space; continuity to your soul, led by an open road of emotions coated lightly with gentleness; the fading of forgetfulness and worldly clamor; the beginning of now. This is the music I have come so far to conquer and to explore, and is has helped me find the deep, never-ending spiritual connection that is me to this world. Barry White and Chris Rock have found a gateway to this, and for that I am thankful. Rare gems of sound such as this one take you beyond reality. For this, I am grateful.
“C’mon, Michael, it’s game time. Slip on your Hanes, lace up your Nikes, take your Wheaties and your Gatorade, and we’ll grab a Big Mac on the way to the ballpark.” – Numan
“That’s all, folks!” – Porky Pig