Beach House-thank Your Lucky Stars-2015--album-... [2024]

By the time “Somewhere Tonight” played in her mind—the final, aching waltz—the sun had begun to leak a thin, gray light over the water. She had not painted. She had not written. She had not called Paul to say she was sorry or that he was a coward or that the mug was ugly anyway.

She sat on a splintered bench facing the Atlantic. The waves were heavy, dark, folding over themselves with a sound like a lullaby being strangled. She thought of the album’s cover—the blurred image of a figure on a stage, a guitar, a curtain. There was no clarity there. No answer. Just the beautiful, blurry feeling of being between things. Beach House-Thank Your Lucky Stars-2015--Album-...

She slid the disc into the portable player she’d brought from home. The first track, “Majorette,” began with a synth like a distant foghorn. Victoria Legrand’s voice floated in, not singing to her, but around her, like smoke under a door. “The roses on the lawn / The deer as they are spawning…” Elara closed her eyes. It was not happy music. It was not sad music. It was the sound of being awake at 3 AM when you have nowhere to be. By the time “Somewhere Tonight” played in her

He shrugged. “Lucky stars.”