I’ve made many collages with nothing in mind and let them build themselves and many where I had a specific concept in mind. Today’s collage is the first one I’ve put together while listening to music. Mitski is my debut music collage, and I think it turned out well as far as symbolizing what her “music’s character” evokes when I listen to it.

Puberty 2 is the fourth studio album by Japanese-American indie rock musician Mitski, released on June 17, 2016, through Dead Oceans. The album received widespread acclaim from music critics, with many praising Mitski’s emotional delivery and lyrically-complex themes, which include longing, love, depression, alienation, and racial identity.

In a brief but excellent review of “Happy”, an excerpt of which is here, Pitchfork’s Laura Snapes says:
Yet though “Happy” lays down, it doesn’t roll over. Mitski resists psychic death by constantly pushing forth into bolder textures, refusing to be meek and sedated even as joy feels compromised: a stubborn drum machine begets chuntering percussion, the tentative melody finds its feet, and brash saxophones push everything up a gear. Her kicky, quicksilver guitar evokes St. Vincent’s Strange Mercy with the barbiturate haze lifted, and every element combines to a powerful, tarnished fanfare that’s neither joyful nor morose, but possessed of a strange confidence that serves as an anchor against slipping into either emotional extreme.

I would encourage you to go read the rest of the review (there are a few more paragraphs.)

There is an official video of “Happy” but it is so disturbing at the end I didn’t include it.

Happy came to visit me, he bought cookies on the way
I poured him tea and he told me it’ll all be okay
Well I told him I’d do anything to have him stay with me
So he laid me down, and I felt Happy come inside of me
He laid me down, and I felt happy

Oh if you’re going, take the train
So I can hear it rumble, one last rumble
And when you go, take this heart
I’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you

I was in the bathroom, I didn’t hear him leave
I locked the door behind him and I turned around to see
All the cookie wrappers and the empty cups of tea
Well I sighed and mumbled to myself again, I have to clean
I sighed and mumbled to myself

If you’re going, take the train
So I can hear it rumble, one last rumble
And when you go, take this heart
I’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you
And if you’re going, take the moon
Then maybe I will see you, in the night I’ll see you
And when you go, take this heart
I’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you
Songwriters: Mitsuki Laycock