Tame Impala Made Me Realize We Should Be Chasing Moments Not Milestones
Let me backtrack for a minute. If you don’t know, Tame Impala is an Australian psychedelic, alt/indie rock band fronted by musical genius Kevin Parker. His iconic sound blends instruments with introspective lyrics into synthesized silk that floats to your ears and carries you into a peaceful, dream-like state. Put plainly, listening to Tame Impala feels like a hallucinogenic trip you don’t want to come down from.
The band has been touring their Slow Rush tour on/off since 2021 because of COVID restrictions, and in spring 2022 the band finished their North America leg of the tour. I was lucky enough to find out that they were performing near me before moving on to Europe on their IG page, so I immediately snagged two tickets from a reseller.
First of all, this was my first major live music event since the beginning of the pandemic. That’s what, two years of no music? Crazy. But it was exactly what I’ve been fiending for lately. Something to make me feel ALIVE — like I actually have a pulse in this depressing world we live in.
Of course, I immediately began binging the band’s music, as one does to prepare for any upcoming concert. In hindsight, I can tell you that while Tame Impala’s recorded music already sounds amazing (especially blasted) that hearing it live was next-level awesome. It was as close to a full-body orgasm as I think one could get (sober, at least.)
If you’ve ever seen an interview with Tame Impala, you’ve probably seen Kevin talk a lot about time. How it’s something we all try to control, whether it be speeding it up or trying to slow it down. Ultimately, no one has any control over what happens in their lives to this extent. It’s the one element of life’s unknowns that we either try to cope with not having enough of or accept and try to live each moment like it’s our last.
You can hear this concept play out across the entire Slow Rush album. The record starts with “One More Year,” followed by “Instant Destiny,” with other titles like “On Track,” “Lost In Yesterday,” and ends with “One More Hour.”
Conceptually, the beginning of the album is like the start of the year, you have plenty of time to accomplish whatever it is you’re setting out to do. But, as the album continues, self-doubt, expectations, heartache, and other elements fall into the mix. You end with only having “One More Hour” left. What would you do with it?
Let me tell you…that concert was by far the most liberating concert I have ever been to in my entire life. It felt like a safe space to express yourself and be creative, and yet collectively knowing that everyone around you was having their own experiences all at the same time. Like a warm embrace from a comforting blanket. I can genuinely tell you that it changed me as a person. That I cried the next day when I had to go back to reality, forced to participate in society’s rules yet again.
SPOILER ALERT: If you plan on seeing the Slow Rush tour, skip past the next paragraph!
The Slow Rush tour starts by introducing the crowd to the AionWell pharmaceutical team, where “time is something we’re passionate about.” They ask everyone in the audience to take their Rushium, an experimental time therapy treatment, in either pill or liquid form. But be advised— Rushium may cause minor to severe time lapses in memory and the effective present.
Less than halfway through the show I could tell my (fictional) Rushium was taking effect, as directed. It began as a full mind-body connection with introspective revelations. My lingering thoughts of: “What am I doing with my life? I’m twenty-three and yet I’ve barely accomplished anything I’ve hoped to. I don’t have a plan, I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!” slowly began to fade away.
Why? Because I was feeling too damn good vibing and dancing to the music. If you search Tame Impala on TikTok I’m sure you’ll catch glimpses of the concert I’m talking about. I felt like I had woken up from a twenty-three-year-long sleep spell. I was with my close friend, listening to awesome live music, and at one moment I just closed my eyes and thought, “WOW, this is what it feels to be alive.” And honestly, I haven’t felt that way in a long time.
We shouldn’t be listening to society’s expectations of what we should be accomplishing and when. Fuck that. If I’ve learned anything past 2020, is that literally anything can fucking happen to anyone at any time. Any expectations for accomplishing preconceived milestones at any pre-determined date are simply unrealistic for my life.
I’d rather spend my life chasing the high I felt from that concert with the people I care about, doing the things I care about doing. Let’s start chasing moments and feelings with each other rather than checking milestones off our limited time here on earth.