Watering a flower Haruomi Hosono 1984 cassette (花に水) 

sounds like the "insert coin to continue" screen of life

can only assume this is what it feels like to be a fungus

This is the waiting room music that plays while you're in the womb

When you go to clean out your closet but wind up spending the entire afternoon rummaging through your old things and reminiscing

This music is the journey of a microscopic snake moving through outer space at one mile per hour.

Getting a spider to crawl onto an old junk mail so you can set it outside politely.

one time when i was 15 i was up late working on an essay for school, exhausted and stressed and crying, and my dad came in around midnight to say he was going to bed and i basically said whatever just leave me alone and then he came back with a bowl of strawberries he sprinkled some sugar over before saying good night. this song feels like that little bowl of sweet strawberries he gave me late at night.

i've never cried while reading a youtube comment section before

this sounds like a bug admiring how big a human is while the human admires how big the night sky is

i found a ladybug outside the public library, we hung out for about an hour before i went home. sitting outside i realised he'd come with me so i said good bye again. later i found him still in my hair in my kitchen and i laughed for so long with my mom

This is what your house furniture is listening to when you left for a summer vacation.

this music is what music listens to

my body is trapped in a spreadsheet but my mind is free

I'm organizing my tumbled stones. they're very smooth.

This is the warmest shade of grey I've ever felt.

Ten years ago, I lost my first love to a lymphoma. I then decided I would be a doctor and aid people with cancer. Now, ten years later, three weeks from graduating from medical school, I hear this and remember her once more, and how we loved each other in our way. Carol, I did it for you.

This is the music that plays when you get to the end of youtube.

This tape was made to listen to while reading the comments of this upload of the tape.

this is what plays when a frog goes to heaven

This sounds like getting abducted by very polite aliens who just want to tell you how much they admire your species. They serve you only salted pumpkin seeds and sparkling water during your stay.

this is like watching a clock that only has an hour hand

Feels like looking in the mirror and seeing outside

This is the music that plays when you listen to 1980's Japanese shopping background music and scroll through the comments

I am floating aimlessly in the precambrian sea

i came here for a humidifier but now im crying in a store

First track feels like I died a while ago. But I can still move. I'm searching for something throughout grassy mountains. Maybe a lost love. The song is telling me it's alright. It says I can close my eyes now.

I keep thinking of Hosono these days. How it must feel for him to have lost two of his bandmates, his lifelong friends, in a matter of just a few months. How it must feel to be the last living member of YMO. I seriously can not imagine how harrowing it must be for him... RIP Sakamoto RIP Takahashi We love you Hosono, and we love you YMO.

This music feel like walking through a house of mirrors without having a reflection

this sounds like the music that plays on the Start screen of a GameBoy game but if you didnt press A for like 45 minutes.

In the silence between the second song and the third I thought the computer was going to say my name

It's 7 am on Christmas morning. Everyone else is still asleep, but you've never felt more awake.

I tied a fly's leg to a string and he led me here.

This music has the purity and innocence of a child with the wisdom of an old man.

public service announcement jingle for a city of worms

You have social anxiety, you're in a crowded train. But today you feel very comfortable on this ride because you are one station away from where you are to meet your favorite person.

It’s my 365th day sober from alcohol and drugs , I wander in my room sipping peppermint tea watching my memories. Laughing at the rage fueled would be regrets . But I’m no weak soul, for everything’s turned out just the way it was supposed to. Now that I’ve stop running and started to breathe.

This song is like a child's drawing of an airplane hanging in an empty house.

The is the music that plays when you realize you are older than your parents were when they had you.

The soil returned to its soft and loamy state.

you're sitting on the floor of your grandparents' house, making something out of cardboard. you're not sure exactly what it is, but it's never existed before you made it. you find an old toy and put it somewhere on it. your parents come to pick you up, and you tell them you had a great time.

this is the music that plays when a chair realises that they are a chair

this is the music that plays as the credits roll on the movie of your entire life, the theater is dark and empty except for you and you know you're going to have to get up and leave soon and you're okay with that but you want to sit and watch all those familiar names scroll past for just a little longer.

i feel like i've already died and i'm experiencing the end credits

I guess that repeating note represents the drops of water, and the flower is us. Haruomi Hosono is watering us.

This is like when you open a shoebox expecting it to be full of childhood knick-nacks and objects with sentimental value only to find a single periwinkle shell you picked up from the family beach trip 22 years ago

maybe once or twice a year i come back to this upload specifically just to read the comments people have left since. they're more scarce now. but yet, i wish to see you. understand a stranger who i will never meet. we are everything and you are the universe. i love you

Hosono did a a fantastic job of capturing the feeling of bleak hopefulness. Like you know things will be alright in the end but for now you're unsure and a little afraid, but thinking positively and patience will set you straight.

this is the music when you open a board that you never noticed in your closet and find a civilization of tiny mouse people living in your walls with tiny beautiful old European country houses

This is the album that plays when you close your eyes one day only to open them and be surrounded by millions of exact replicas of yourself from every minute in time dating back to the moment you were born

I drove around with my newborn son in the car one time playing this and he just quietly listened, presumably looking out the window as the world passed by him in reverse from his rear-facing car seat. After some time had passed I pulled over and turned around so I could see him in the mirror that hung behind his seat. I asked "are you doing ok bubby?" and he smiled at me

This is the music that plays when you see fresh flowers on the grave of somebody you dont know, who died almost a decade ago.

This is like a robotic child roaming through old ruins on a strange planet

My wife recently put an old blanket in a cardboard box, and now one of our cats loves sleeping in it. It's her fort. Her name is Carla.

This is the saddest that happy has ever been

You are a young bamboo shoot. It's finally spring. Peeking up just above the ground, you're seeing the sun for the first time. Dew drops decorate your surroundings, reflecting its light with a crystal-like brilliance. Birds fly overhead, birds of all colours and shapes. You hear them sing, their melodies harmonising with the excited chatter of the cicadas, ringing in the new season. You absorb all of this life and beauty, giving you the strength to grow tall and become a part of the harmony that surrounds you. You are happy.

that guy really likes hitting that one note goddamn

This is soundtrack music to cook tiny food to.

This music is the music that plays when you click on the search bar and type "watering a flower" then click the video with the cassette artwork

Somewhere, nestled in a hole in the earth on a breezy hillside, a red panda and a field mouse have made friends. Throughout the day, they’ve gathered enough moss and soft grass to furnish their hole and keep them warm for the night ahead.

This is like going to a job interview, but being greeted by a man sized frog in a suit, he speaks softly and kindly to you while smiling faintly. You talk about your dreams and aspirations over coffee at a local cafe while it rains outside.

I played this at my vacuum cleaner's funeral.

This is the music that plays when you are lost at sea on a sailboat, floating away into oblivion. You know that you’ll experience your demise via wreckage or starvation, but as your little boat rocks along you realize that everyone you know will always be left in a state of wonder about your final moments, how it happened or felt. Only you will share this experience with the universe. You’ve never felt privacy like this before.

God this thing is beautiful...

This sounds like someone who has been physically in a coma for 30 years, but whose soul got transported to a parallel dimension where everything exists in a perpetual twilight and all the people are just human-sized woodland creatures in human clothes. In this world, their family has given up hope on them awakening; in the parallel world, they have a small but cozy apartment that they share with their close friend, a chipmunk. A tired nurse replaces their IV- she thinks she is possibly the only one who still cares about them; the chipmunk puts a kettle of tea on the stove and asks her strange human friend if they would prefer oolong or chamomile tonight.

I’m driving down a desert highway with one dead headlight. There’s a stranger in the passenger seat, but I don’t know how they got there. I’m scared to look at them because I know they’re really me.

Someone is waiting for your call, and you are waiting to call them.

this music makes me want to water my rock garden

Two Ghosts getting married ☺

This is the music that plays in a lonely taxidermists head when the stuffed fox gets up, looks at him then pads out the door. He sits, dumbfounded.

You look at your hands. They're not the same. Every day they change. One day your fingers are short and chubby, the next day you are graced with pianist hands. Nobody has noticed yet. Not once in your life has someone said something about your always changing hands. Sometimes you might get a comment like "Wow you have such pretty nails" or "Your hands are so small" but never has anyone asked why it's changing. Apparently they haven't noticed them changing. Apparently they're not looking at you that much. You were scared that your first lover would notice your hands. But they never did. No matter how many times yours were in theirs, holding onto each other, they never realized, each time, there was a different pair in their hands. It broke your heart. You wonder if these belong to somebody. If you're wearing this part of somebody else's body as gloves. You wonder what your own hands look like. One day you sit down at the piano and let your fingers glide across it. Today you have the pianist hands again. You have never taken a piano lesson in your life. Yet your hands play you this wonderful tune. From that point on, you know these are somebody else's hands. You don't know whose, but you want to return them. You don't know whose, but you make it your mission to find them. Until some day, you will find your own pair of hands.

Listening to this, staring at spreadsheets, crying my eyes out. fuck

I would play this in my basement if I were raising moths

This is exactly the perfect music for when I'm grocery shopping for lettuce in bulk.

My bugs is watering my flowers with their tears

This sounds like Frederic Chopin shrunk down to the size of a mouse and explored life in a small garden. He builds a hut made of peony petals and carves a canoe of cucumber to traverse the Big Puddle. On the other side of the Big Puddle is a tall sunflower that towers over him. Rather than feeling intimidated, he is overcome with a sense of adventure and begins to climb. When he finally reaches the flower he meets a ladybug. Together they bask in the sun of a gentle afternoon.

a little snail doing his best (and his best is enough)

life grips

When you dissapear but the music is still playing

The first song is how it feels to come back to an empty house in the middle of a spring rainstorm after a long day. You're tired and ready to relax and as you're taking off your shoes and your damp clothes you're struck by the fact that this is it. You've lived your whole life up to this moment to get here, and you sit down and think about how you're going to go to work tomorrow and do the same thing, week after week, and you're struck by a melancholy nostalgia for the freedom you had as a child. There's a calm acceptance that comes with it, your life is alright, but there's also a crushing loneliness that comes with realizing the death of your past self and all the opportunity they had. You sit, staring at the corner of the carpet that has been fraying for as long as you can remember, and embrace whatever the future will bring you.

It's like shopping in a second hand store and finding that jacket that seems like it was made just for you and when you take it home you see a patch under the collar and it says "I love you Jimmy. Be warm. October,1981".

The first track sounds like what you would hear if you walked into a library owned by a giant talking cat who makes a killer tiramisu and gives you rare books in return for some neat looking rocks.

Good bye father, I made it to California.

It's been a while since you've come home. Your parents are older now. So are you. If only that goodbye hug could last a little longer.

You sit in your childhood house but everything is painted white and it smells slightly of vanilla

I moved houses in 2005 I think. My old room was yellow, small, and could barely fit a toddler but I never, ever thought of it as cramped. I grew up there and had dreams of santa visits, motorcycle dumps, children’s movies, and soft mulch on the little blue bedpost that I called my own. I’ll never go back to see the room that made me who I am today. I’ve probably completely forgotten what it looked like back then, what I looked like back then, but this song makes me feel like I just opened the door one last time and walked in, smiling that all my little plastic friends are still sitting on the carpet right where I last left them, the lot of them just waiting to be played with.

Jesus the second track is so intense, imagine trying to fit your change in your wallet while grabbing your grocieries with a huge line behind you and an attractive cashier watching you with a look of intense boredom.

This is the kinda music that plays when you're going down your long, dark hallway at 3am and for whatever reason you just... Sit down. And you think. Your cat walks up to you and you pet him, and as you look at him your loneliness has had a level of happiness settle onto it, much like oil on top of water.

listening to this music makes me feel like i've been walking for 10 miles with a pebble in my shoe, only to take it out and find out it's a human tooth

this music is like waking up after sleeping for thousands of years and finding out you’re the only person left on the planet and everything’s really overgrown with plants and moss and there are wild animals wandering everywhere

This is what it feels like to find a skull in your backyard, but it doesn't scare you. You simply leave it alone to rest there.

Actually this is what the end of school feels like. Not as in, every day but once you completely finish school

This reminds me of every mango I ate as a boy.

this music is the music that plays when you make eye contact with the creepy little dried fish at the grocery store. you wonder what he was like in life, who is family was, what his goals and aspirations were and he probably wonders the same about you. you don't speak the same language but you both share 14 minutes of longing, loneliness and happiness bottled into one emotion until the store security drags you outside into the rain with tears streaming down your face. You're left soaking wet in the warm rain and alone only to find out that you in fact are that little dried fish remembering what water once felt like. It is bliss and you wish to be no were else but here in this moment alone.

I wake up every day hoping that this gets reissued on vinyl

this is what it feels like to be a snail under a leaf during a rainy day

This music is appropriate for a shop that only sells like owl figurines and one human skull.

Pretty popular with the insect crowd

The first song : your soul ascending to the next world just after you died The second song : sitting nervously in purgatory nervous because you have no idea if you deserve heaven or if you're going to suffer in hell The last song : the deep calmness you feel after you've been sent to neither heaven nor hell, but to a quiet hazy greyish-white space when all you can do is remember the good times of your life.

29:49 on March 7th of this year, my older brother passed away at the age of 32, leaving behind his wife and two children. I’ll never forget that day at the hospital. It has forever changed our lives in ways that I can’t describe. This song was playing in my head as I held his hand and said goodbye to him for the last time. The sunset that day was absolutely beautiful, Chris. We miss you so much. Keep watching over the family, love you.

This feels like going into a Kroger at 3AM and there's one employee asleep at the counter and only every other light is on. The store is impeccably clean, and all the items are in line and adjusted. It's so lonely but warm and populated at the same time.