It is soothing music, but it is blessedly unlike so much of the soothing music we endure. It is unlike the soothing music that sounds like a psychiatric nurse telling you, "everything is okay, let me just have your wallet, credit card and keys because you're too fucked up to take care of yourself." It doesn't have that Nurse Ratched quality of matronly, castrating dismissiveness. This music, and the accompanying visuals, suggest a trip on the water with the promise of sexual satisfaction at the end of the journey.
It is soothing music, but it is blessedly unlike so much of the soothing music we endure. It is unlike the soothing music that sounds like a psychiatric nurse telling you, "everything is okay, let me just have your wallet, credit card and keys because you're too fucked up to take care of yourself." It doesn't have that Nurse Ratched quality of matronly, castrating dismissiveness. This music, and the accompanying visuals, suggest a trip on the water with the promise of sexual satisfaction at the end of the journey.