2ème single d’Utopia
Crédits
Paroles : Björk
Ecriture : Björk
Production : Björk et Arca
Mixage : Heba Kadry
Mixage vocal : Marta Salogni
Versions
| Blissing me (album version) | 5:06 |
| Blissing me (duo avec serpentwithfeet) | 4:16 |
| Blissing me (harp version) | 5:05 |
Chroniques
“Blissing Me” is the second taste we’ve heard from Utopia, and if the world sounded like this, what a world it would be. Over jingling strings, co-produced with Arca, she sings a charmingly modern love song about, “two music nerds obsessing” over text message and email, “Sending each other MP3s/Falling in love to a song.” It’s as focused as she’s sounded in years, a statement that perhaps paradise isn’t always a lofty concept, but sometimes found in the hearts of two people who care for each other. She ends the song with a plainspoken question, maybe the question that, at certain moments, matters most in life : “Did I just fall in love with him ?” As she told Dazed earlier this year : “Being in love, in the countryside, in nature, with the lake and the sky. That’s enough. You don’t need anything more.” What a simple, hopeful proposition. If the quality and sincerity of this song is any indication, she means every word of it.
Pitchfork
There was definitely a moment making this album where how much I was texting went up. It was with several people ; it wasn’t just one person. It was really curious. I was almost like an explorer going to new territory, seeing what it felt like. When you feel really connected to someone and you are texting them every day, sometimes all day, and then you meet them, you kind of feel embarrassed. It’s like it’s more natural to be texting them than to actually sit next to them. I’d never really had that feeling before. I found that very exotic. It was this mental energy that was almost utopian, like a fantasy. I wanted to explore that and see what it felt like. I don’t think you can blame that on technology—you hear stories about people 200 years ago writing each other letters and completely falling in love. Maybe they didn’t meet that often, but it was still pure love.
Pitchfork
