#of june owl city

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Sort of long ramble about why I love Owl City =]

I've been listening to the Of June EP from 2008 a lot lately and it's so magical. The lyrics of Adam Young's music always feel so imaginative, like they are written from the perspective of someone who loves life.

When I listen to Of June and Ocean Eyes I feel like I'm floating on clouds, walking through glittery winter landscapes breathing in fresh air or sitting on a beach with white glistening sand and the most aqua blue clearest cleanest ocean in front of me. It's so dreamy and and the sounds sound so sparkly. I'm in a world where time is still and I'm absolved of all my stresses of past traumas, gender dysphoria and worries over the future. Nothing calms me as much as this music does.

Another thing I love about his music is Adam's voice! The way he sings is so smooth, like all the lyrics just flow together- It's hard to describe since, I don't know much music terminology but it's so soothing, like someone singing you a lullaby. I vocal stim a lot by singing and It's very fun to try and copy his like "intonation" if that's the word (inflection? the way he sings lol).

I love to daydream while listening to Owl City, picturing little animated music videos in my head featuring my favourite characters or characters that I've made up myself. I've always loved daydreaming and can imagine things very vividly; the scenarios and landscapes his music paints makes it so perfect to imagine to. Every song feels like it tells a story that I can see in my head when I listen to it. That's why I find it so inspiring as well!

I love the way he words things and the way it makes life sound as beautiful as it is when you are little and experiencing everything for the first time. "Vanilla twilight", "oceanic vistas", "struck a sparkling tone like a xylophone", "the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling, will shine for us", "I won't ever prove statues can move. But I like to think they do", "strawberry avalanche".. idunno he just describes things so beautifully and the lyrics are so full of imagination, it's so whimsical.

I love the reoccurring themes of the ocean/water throughout his music as well, it feels so fresh and cleansing in a way. Listening to it is like breathing fresh air on a cold winters day.

And I have to say the references to insomnia in many songs hit home for me lol. My c-ptsd has given me terrible insomnia and I also struggle with depression, it's comforting to hear those kind of things brought up (not only because I feel less alone about it but) in a way that makes it feel like it's okay that is that way and life isn't over because of it, that that feeling will pass.. if that makes sense? I mean in Owl City's music even when things are sad there is always hope. I think I lack hope a lot of the time, I can feel like giving up easily, it's nice to be reminded that life isn't over because x,y and z. "I dont' need a telescope to see that there's hope and that makes me feel brave"

If anyone read all that I hope it was somewhat coherent, speaking of insomnia it's 8am and I'm not asleep yet xD

TLDR: If you're looking for calming music to imagine AMV's of your OC's to and you like dans/electropop and maybe are a little bit emo, I think you should check out Owl City! 🩵

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Aesthetic Moodboards // “Designer Skyline” by Owl City

Designer skyline in my head, abstract and still well-read, you went from numbered lines to buildings overhead.

(requested by @headspace-tales)

[bombshelllblonde]

to the man that started it all:

thank you for being there for me in the rough times. thank you for always being my shoulder to cry on, the music to get me through the late nights, for being sometimes the only reason to make it through into the next day.

i don’t think Adam Young really has any idea how much he’s done for me - thank you for keeping the whimsy alive in this harsh world. thank you for the inspirational lyrics to keep me going. thank you fo helping me process emotions like grief, anger, sadness, anxiety…

12/13 year old keri lu really had no idea what was in store.

16-19 year old keri lu thought it was the end for a while.

26 year old keri lu is thankful that there was a light in the darkest of times.

thank you, adam. you mean the world to me.

[designerskyline]

feel free to drop propaganda in the replies!

[lobster-tales]

Alright in celebration of Mr. City's Coco Moon Tour officially starting, I put together my (subjective) ranking of my favorite 15 Owl City songs -- this was a slideshow I made for a powerpoint party which is why there's time stamps and YouTube videos embedded in the original slides. This list also excludes any side projects like Sky Sailing as well as cover songs.

This is not perfect and I might have gotten my research mixed up so I am open to constructive criticism ✨

15. Designer Skyline 15. Bombshell Blonde 13. Rainbow Veins 12. Lonely Lullaby 11. On the Wing 10. Cave In 9. Learn How to Surf 8. Dinosaur Park 7. June 28th, 1986 + Galaxies 6. Paper Tigers 5. Fireflies 4. Plant Life 3. If My Heart was a House 2. When Can I See You Again 1. Wolf Bite

[kholb2010]

listening to owl city got me fucked up in the futiger aero kinda way

[vanilla-butterfly-wings]

Just realizing again how Owl City’s ep Of June is so slept on

[cringywhitedragon]

Happy (Of) June (And whatever you celebrate for this month)

I should have made this post a few days ago but since it’s June. Here’s an Owl City song

[junebug0007]

my new pfp is so of june coded omg i adore it (i'll probably change it soon but still lmao)

[waytoobiased]

“It could be raining”

— Adam Young, 2007

[emiliosandozsequence]

requested by @crystalclrs

the borgias (2011-2013) cr. neil jordan / no exit and three other plays, 'the flies', jean-paul sartre / bone, yrsa daley-ward / carmilla, joseph sheridan le fanu / a literate passion: letters of anaïs nin & henry iller 1932-1953, henry miller / absolute solitude: selected poems, 'lxxxiii', dulce maría loynaz / granted, 'in tennesse i found a firefly', mary szybist / romance or the end, elaine kahn / henry and june: from 'a journal of love', the unexpurgated diary (1931-1932), henry miller / pine to sound, nancy kuhl / hiroshima mon amour, marguerite duras / autobiography of red, anne carson / plainwater: essays and poetry, 'canicula di anna', anne carson / the selected plays of hélène cixous, 'the perjured city', hélène cixous / half light: collected poems 1965-2016, 'elegy', frank bidart / the sorrow festival, erin slaughter / melancholia, 'seventeen', dc de oliveira / white is for witching, helen oyeyemi / postcolonial love poem, natalie diaz / wuthering heights, emily brontë / the caged owl: new and selected poems, 'going out', gregory orr

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Rainbow dash n fluttershy are both pegasi! They can sit on clouds together ^_^ (I was listening to Of June by Owl City while drawing, very calming)

[bombshelllblonde]

i cannot believe i got to experience this tonight. this concert was one of the best shows i’ve ever been to. i felt like a kid again, trying to find some comfort in the world and only finding it through owl city.

i saw an interview where he said that he liked to help suggest how you should feel while listening to his songs, he doesn’t want to spell it out for you. it’s open to interpretation essentially

and that’s what adam young did for me starting from 2008/2009 all the way to now. i listened to his music and interpreted it into a way that young keri lu could understand the world and her feelings. she was so emotional, so angry, so not understanding of her own brain at the time and didn’t know how to properly deal, cope, or handle all her intense feelings. but adam young through owl city was able to help her get a hand on some feelings.

young keri lu interpreted into something much different than 25/26 year old keri lu. however young me was able to take those lyrics and apply it to her life was so comforting and it’s only for her to remember.

adam young was honestly one of the biggest influences in my life to keep going. his music stuck it out with me through thick and thin. his music inspired me because:

“this fight of my life is so hard, but i’m gonna survive. these are beautiful times”

[designerskyline]

OWL CITY CONCERT DAY!!!

i'm feeling a little emotional at the thought of seeing him perform again 8 years later at the exact same venue :') and im SO exited that he's going to be playing a bunch of old songs!!

& here's some bracelets i made last night to wear to the show!! (i didn't have time to make all of them so i left out mobile orchestra and cinematic which i am okay with lol)

if anyone who sees this is going tonight, feel free to say hi! i'll be the one with blue hair and too many bracelets 💙

[tylermileslockett]

"Bacchic Frenzy" (#8 in my Orpheus and Eurydice series)

With the heavy grief of having lost his wife yet again, he makes his way back down into Hades to the river styx, where “the ferryman (charon) fended him off. Still, for seven days, he sat there by the shore, neglecting himself and not taking nourishment. Sorrow, troubled thought, and tears were his food.” (Ovid, Metamorphosis)

He returns to Mount Rhodope, ever-lamenting his loss and refusing to join or wed any other. He refuses to worship any god but his father, Apollo. As he roams, he finds himself in the land of the oracle of Dionysus, where the Maenads dwell. Either from rejecting their romantic advances, or for his blasphemous worship of Apollo, in a frenzy, the Maenads tear the poet limb from limb. His decapitated head and lyre fall into the river, floating away, still singing of his lost love, Eurydice.

Here we can pause our tale to discuss the Maenads (“raving ones”); the wild, orgiastic, and sometimes violent female followers of Bacchus (Dionysus). These priestesses and attendants would sing and dance in the mountains, becoming possessed by the spirit of the God. They were typically portrayed as wearing wild animal skins, barefoot, and with unkempt hair.

In Euripides play “The Bacchae” Dionysus returns to his birthplace, Thebes, to introduce the religious Bacchicrites to the city, but is not allowed to enter by King Pentheus. To prove his power, Dionysus possesses the women of Thebes, turning them to Maenads, and ultimately the king’s own mother and aunts tear King Pentheus limb from limb, thinking him a lion. In another tale, when three princesses refused to participate, Dionysus drove them crazy, eventually turning them into bats and owls, while the daughters of Proetus were driven mad, convinced they were cows, roaming and mooing across the countryside. Roman women took this orgiastic spirit into their secret rituals of the Bacchanalia festival, which the senate eventually suppressed for fear the rites might lead to rebellion against the state.

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[a-roguish-gambit]

All through the school year rogue complained she missed the meadows that would fill with fire flies in june, and the cicadas and frogs crying out. Kurt had missed the same back in the prairies on his parents land. While still america, new england was such a vastly different place from either of their home states, filled with strange plants and animals, pine forests and mountains instead of marshlands or plains, a winter more bitter than either had experienced before, and neither one of them had heard the cheerful tune of a meadowlark in months. And the stars seemed to so much dimmer here so close to the city lights. Homesick could not begin to describe them, even for rogue, who despite never wanting to go back to Mississippi and mystique, still missed the things about it the woman hadn’t poisoned with her memory. However, before the school year came to a close in late may, Kurt found something absolutely extraordinary a mile or so away from the institute. A little meadow for sheep, and while it may not have blue grass, compass plants, or prairie roses, nor did it have a single willow or magnolia tree, it did have a few things: the stars shining bright above, the calls of crickets and cicadas, bullfrogs and tree frogs calling out into the night, a lonely old barred owl chanting its universal hoot no matter where you live “who-cooks-for-you?”, and thousands of brilliant fire flies as far as the eye could see. For a second, it was like a little piece of home was brought to them.