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Nothing like being crushed by your own sense of insignificance while drinking a scalding cup of double strength coffee.

Edward Hopper grew up in my home town, and his residence has since been turned into an exhibit. I am spoiled in that from an early age I have been exposed to his work and legacy firsthand. His breadth of work is simply astounding and accurately captures all the goods and bads of an America before the age of communication; an America where most people were alone. When he was nine years old, Hopper made a portrait on the back of his school report card. It was a self portrait of his nine-year-old self, alone, looking over an empty Hudson River. I'm convinced that the sense of lonesome melancholy is an innate part of the soul, and contextualizes the greater majesty of the world. I like to believe that the isolation in his painting isn't a sad one. Instead, the isolation is a seamless experience for the lone figures, akin to watching the sun rise from a mountaintop, or finding the simple beauty of a street corner lit only by moonlight and vacant shops. It's a feeling you can only experience if you're alone, even if you're with other people; a small glimpse into a fragile moment, otherwise unassuming when in company. Similar can be said of your music selections! Thank you for creating this playlist and pairing each track with a painting. Such a beautiful and unique emotion you've captured here!

40s music is such a deeply comforting thing for me. Reminds me of my childhood at my grandma’s house. I’m only in my 20s but my grandparents’ house was frozen in time since the 70s, and the only shows I’d be watching all day were Tom and jerry, 90s Batman episodes, the hundreds of tv shows from the 50s that my dad had, etc. the old radios, TVs, phones, rooms, furniture. Etc. I’d spend my summers and winters there as a kid and get engulfed in this nostalgic era

Dreamy. The Nighthawks is such a mesmerising piece of artwork. Hopper was a master artist.

Hopper’s stunning visual depiction of situational human melancholia here reminds me of Robert Frost’s blunt and unsettling poetic depiction of our melancholic place in the Cosmos: “We are microbes crawling across the patina of this least of globes.” The music here profoundly captures that spirit of universal creaturely awareness of misplacedness.

As someone who works in the late night food service industry this mood is all too relatable

shout out to the guy in the window in the top left

never delete this. please

Really well put together. Captures that feeling of emptiness, melancholy, with a tinge of nostalgia and dreaminess in Hopper's work. More art galleries should have specific music pieces paired with paintings to enhance the experience.

His art doesn't seem lonely to me, its peaceful, not big events and moments that will be told as witty anecdotes, just real life in all its unhurried beauty, simply beautiful and the music matches wonderfully :)

Besides Hopper's paintings, this playlist gives me Overlook Hotel vibes from The Shining

The loneliness and isolation of modernity.

I feel like Hopper paints the time in between the busyness, pleasure, and pain of life. The moments that are peacefully insignificant.

You know those photos or paintings that people pose for, for the preservation of the memory or to commemorate the moment or event? These paintings emphasize what is just outside of the border. What isn't in the photo that nobody cares about. Its so easy to get sucked in while looking at these since they create feeling of negative space that wants to be filled.

Try as I might, I can't help but connect with that feeling of ghosts playing. It's both comforting and unsettling, like dreams of the deceased. If sweet dreams are heaven, and nightmares are hell, this would be right in the middle.

We used to have a poster of "Gas" by edward hopper, I was fascinated by it as a child. There's such a profound 'emptiness' in his paintings, it feels like there's something missing, I think it has something to do with the lighting and the lack of movement that give it that melancholic feel. I have at times attempted painting a similar scene, but can never quite get it right...

You and I are every drop of paint in “Nighthawks.”

this playlist is underrated as hell

There will be a time in our lives, where we look back at this current decade and reminisce. We'll feel almost exactly the same way we felt when we looked at these paintings, the only difference being is that we lived through it and that will be a true moment of melancholy.

This music reminds me when I was a little boy shopping with my mum over 50yrs ago, some of the big stores would play music like this, ah nostalgia 😢

This was already done by nobody, the exact songs and everything. Look it up

The figures in Hopper's painting are always so surreal and dream-like to me. Its as if there is no one else that exists in the world save for those figures in the frame.

Very reminiscent of the musical style in Everywhere At the End of Time by The Caretaker!

I feel like the music is portraying that something is missing in the painting or that Hopper was missing something while he was painting it. It rlly matters how you listen and look at it but it just feels lonely, empty.

I remember having to analyze this painting for one my classes. Everything just looks so empty. However despite how dark the painting may appear to some people, I still find beauty in it. It shows two people sitting by, casually having drinks. There’s this other man sitting on the left side, left with no one to talk to. Honestly it just seems so lonely when there’s not a lot of people around. It feels isolating. The colors seem dull. In contrast to other paintings where there’s usage of bright color palettes, this one seems to be lacking just that. Overall, I’d probably hung a replica of that particular painting in my space somewhere. I just admire the atmosphere kind of.

You all are so pure. Thank you so much. And the one who's reading this, slow down a bit, step back if you have to, take a deep breath and enjoy the process. I know it's difficult but you know yourself the result will make you happy and will give you freedom. Keep pushing forward. You can do it. ❣

"Everywhere at the end of time" type of vibes

I went on a rabbit hole of possible surrealistic conversations they keep having. Posing each other questions about what is real and what constructs reality and every time the characters get confused I anchor them back into "remember its just a painting" But we all know its much much more than that... Wow and im not even high!! I should be a writer of sorts.

These are like liminal spaces with people in them. That’s hard to do

this playlist is underrated as hell. This guy's paintings is literally the embodiment of melancholy.

I find myself relating more with Edward Hoppers paintings the older I get, the melancholy, loneliness, feeling of isolation, and also a longing for when I may have been happy. Hopper was a tortured soul as was his lot of artists and someone very astutely pointed out the similarity between Hopper and Frost.

this playlist is immaculate, the feeling of misplacedness

Langorous, slow-paced, soothing, if not ever so slightly eerie. Oozes nostalgia of a 20th century quaint lifestyle

This guy's paintings is literally the embodiment of melancholy

There's something about this painting + music that makes you feel empty and have a scary sense of insignificance in the grand scheme of things. Like you just finished a tough day at work, you ask yourself what any of this even means, but regardless, you'll help yourself to a cup of coffee and pastry at the local cafe just to enjoy a brief moment of your closely approaching end.

This painting always makes me think of arbys because when I was younger me and my family would go to arbys almost every Wednesday afternoon and they had this painting on the wall right next to our table

This sounds like the music they played in "The Shining " in the end when jack nicholson is found inside of the picture.

This makes me feel like I have always been the caretaker at the Overlook hotel.

We need the morning version of this -- like the feeling of waking up and fetching the newspaper from the kid on the bike in a Levittown on a sunday morning in the 1950s. Like Lady and the Tramp vibe.

The biggest compliment, although I have many, of the series Mad Men, is if you pause virtually any scene it resembles a recreation of a Hopper painting.

I experience two sides to Hopper's paintings: The first is that sense of loneliness and isolation I read so much about, the other is of being on the cusp of something expansive and inclusive -- what can't be experienced unless/until one is "initially" lonely and isolated. Upon crossing that divide, he can then be anywhere, and it doesn't matter. What he sees from then on never goes away. Hopper brings that incredibly deep juxtaposition through austere simplicity. An ordinary street corner becomes almost Zen-like, a meditation on lines, angles, and shadows.

At least give credit to the original video by nobody (that's the actual channel name) EDIT: There is a credit in the description now. Thanks for the honesty!

I think Hopper's painting expresses very well the emptiness and loneliness amidst the abundance that I felt in America.

Great paintings. Great songs. All of this deepens my sadness and gives me the urge to go away from here. Thanks.

What's miraculous is how Hopper survived financially as a goddamn artist during the Great Depression

This was a wonderful idea man. I fell in Love with Hopper’s “Office in a Small City” ever since I first saw it years ago. It’s just so relatable, you know. Every once in a while I catch myself looking up from my desk and remember this piece. How a man can capture so closely human sentiment in our modern society I will never understand.

At the height of the pandemic I kind of lost my shit and just went outside. Having the entire Embarcadero to myself was horrifying. 2 hours in the busiest place in a major city without encountering another human being.

I cannot stop listening to this. At first I thought it was haunting but I got over that and now I can’t stop listening to it. I’d love it if you did something like this with Christmas music.

Hopper's paintings reminds me of the first couple days of the pandemic when absolutely no one was outside and I took my chance to see the city empty.

Sometimes being alone is very necessary for your mental balance.

“I went out the kitchen to make coffee - yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The life blood of tired men.” Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

8:35 Recently I got a job and moved into a new apartment, its nothing fancy but its much better and bigger than the small overpriced studios i was staying in for years. Everybody congratulated me and expected me to be excited/happy about it. Not that I specifically wasn't; I knew rationally that it was a great achievement and I knew it was better than the ones before, which would bring me comfort in the long run. In those moments however, it just didn't feel....great? It didn't feel, for a lack of a better word, special? I was just sorta... there. Not having a sense of achievement, nor happiness, just simply being. I was so tired after the house-hunting, the stuff-moving and the yet-to-unpack boxes that I couldn't even properly enjoy it, perhaps. So that day I just sat in my bed, no sheets on it, looking at the big window I have in front of me. There are trees and little houses in front. I can't say I was feeling much, besides the physical sensations of tiredness. I didn't feel overwhelmed (with joy or whatever) like expected, nor underwhelmed (guilt tripping myself for being numb or "not thankful"). I just accepted that I moved into a new place, and took a moment to relax. This is exactly what this painting means to me. The woman is nor happy nor sad, she is just there. Not out of place, not really integrated into the space either. Perhaps tired, perhaps just being, in between seconds of existence. A small moment that will pass by and be forgotten amongst other major events in life. But a real moment nonetheless, where we don't know exactly what we feel or think and isn't that the purest of emotions, not being able to comprehend it nor put it into words.

I'd like to live in one of those paintings. Frozen in time in the golden years.

His use of light and shadows is incredible

Wish I was articulate enough with enough mental energy to even start to describe the pairings of hoppers work and this soundtrack. Best I can muster is feeling your outside of the fold looking in

how it feels to me when i see his works, is when you go against your normal routine to get something done. whether its staying late at school/work to talk business with someone and you are impatiently wanting to get home and get back to "the usual" but youre stuck where you are. that or some other form of waiting, waiting for your food, or your package to arrive, or to some large change in your life that hasnt come yet

Finally a playlist to perfectly compliment my favorite artist ever.

Ive been heree for 25 minutes now, listening to this playlist while staring at art this playlist is an absolute trip. I like to just look, listen and then analize the painting while really taking iz in. Brillant!

This always brings tears to my eyes. I don't know why it reminds me of the bliss of childhood, holy fuck now that I'm an adult do I understand it.

I was not searching for this, but this is exactly what I was looking for

A beautiful and peaceful mood invades one's questing soul....

Throughout this depressive period of mine I actually found this mix quite soothing. As in normal states of desperation you'd feel like your thoughts overwhelm you, the calming sounds from these tracks feel like they carry you over pink clouds through the darkness of the night. In that sense it's like you move forward to different times. Not necessarily better, but different.

The first painting looks like The Batman scene when the riddler surrenders inside the cafe.

Fun fact: my brother got this painting for my stepdad and it’s hanged up in the dining room but at the same time I can understand this painting it’s a masterpiece but with like a sad background idk probably my imagination, sometimes I think I’m the guy sitting by himself.

This is my first time seeing Hopper's masterpieces and I just sit here feeling this really strange feeling of loneliness and nostalgia. The paintings almost seem like a dream and very distant as if I were an invisible spectator viewing the mundane everyday life or being alone in confined spaces or seeing the world in black and white when technology has not taken over the world. Just being alone can be very lonely and like a ghost, but at the same time being alone can make you feel refreshed with your thoughts as you just contemplate and let the world go by. Also, the use of contrast in his masterpieces is what makes his masterpieces a masterpiece, so dull yet so bright and dream like.

I am honestly in love with this playlist. it suits my melancholic soul so well

I always felt the painting was doubly depressing, because the viewer doesn't even get to be in the warmth of the diner, hearing some conversation and enjoying a warm coffee. You're on the outside, in the quiet and cold night.

Edward Hopper's works have always encapsulated Hemingway's short stories for me.

Yeah, inside a Hopper painting but why do I have the feeling while I am listening any moment Jack Nichelson can enter waving an axe!?

That feeling when you find the perfect playlist to match the mood of the story you're writing and you marvel at how many other minds out there needed it too.

my grandfather had this painting in the guest room i would stay in, i'd stare at it till i fell asleep creating scenarios for what was going on in the scene😂this video unlocked that random memory and odd nostalgia i had completely forgotten about lol

This feels like everywhere at the end of time but less scary and traumatic. Instead it's just sad and lonely

@18:54 Poinciana, David Rose Orchestra paired with Hopper's "Sun in an empty room" is beautiful in its stark and lonely nature. Almost diametrically opposed in their nature. The song; trade winds blowing softly through palm trees in the South Pacific. Wide open with no boundaries. While the room with its surrealistic view of claustrophobic isolation, presents an eerie counter point to the lovely atmosphere and (as It appears to this writer) a hopeless and sad point of view. These are indeed excellent pairings!

The vibes are indescribable. I love this. It gives nothing but sweet melancholy.

The first painting of Hopper that I saw was the night restaurant painting from the cowardly pink dog cartoon, my child self got so hooked up on it, I like the painting so much, it brought me extreme nostalgia and peace of a life I didn’t know, I feel like I could just sit there and watch the customers and chef there all night. I was so happy when I saw the og one and the author name, I downloaded all of his works, I love them all so much but the restaurant, the gas station and the door to the sea one are my favorite

And yet, there is another way of interpreting this painting: as an oasis. a bright spot of camaraderie in an empty dark city.

The first song already got me feeling sentimental and dreamy. I love this playlist, thank you!!!

listening to this while reading la nausée by jean-paul sartre really gives it a whole other meaning. i love hopper and this feeling that in his paintings, "the earth is walkable" and we are but dust covering its steps. truly mesmerising.

bro I've had that painting as my wallpaper for months lol

For some reason, the first piece of music immediately makes me think of the vintage computer game 'Grim Fandango' one of my all time favourites.

This really makes me feel like I'm realizing I forgot to paint the exit

Can anyone explain to me why I have such a vivid memory of being actually in this painting? Like I can see it in first person… like I was there? I’ve always felt this way lingering like “This is way to familiar” But in my memory it’s raining but like a sprinkle it’s not coming down hard. And I’m smoking a cigar and meeting with people. I wonder if it’s like a past life and I was in a gang and meeting with the boss at the diner. Idk. I always felt like this painting is something of a memory for me.

A real feeling of being inside the painting, but literally - trying to communicate with this world from within

Charlie loved the night shift at the diner. It wasn't a career by any means, but it was a comfortable job and hey, the tips weren't bad some nights. His favorite part was the people. Anyone could walk in, sit down, and the words would just pour out like the hot coffee he was serving. It was fascinating. Hanes made his usually order; French toast. Even for how late (or early) it was, just the thought of that much sugar and bread in one sitting made Charlie's stomach fill queasy. 'A little rainy tonight,' Hanes commented, to no one really. 'Yeah, the weatha-man says we might get some rain for the next couple of nights," Charlie replied, to no one really. "Yeah," Hanes cut the first loaf of the mushy bread and chewed silently. Hanes was more quiet than usual. Might be his job again. Hanes hadn't peaked his curiosity. But the new couple who just walked in had. Charlie greeted them and they order two cups of black coffee and the little lady order a slice of pie. They were a young couple, good looking, and obviously were together in some way or another. Even from the heavy spots of the rain on their coats, they were like in light spirits. The gentlemen was rolling words off faster than a Cadillac on asphalt, "So I says to him, oh thanks chief," he the gentlemen nodded to Charlie as they brought the fresh cups of Joe. "So I says to him, 'Buddy, if that ain't worth a fortune, then a pope aint Catholic,"" This made the girl giggle and the giggle made even Charlie blush. He was already hooked. "Oh George," she pretty brunette next to him says, "You are so full of it," she smiled as she cut into her key lime pie. It was the special. Charlie had never watched anyone eat their food, but he liked how her red lips smiled at him as she took the first bite. The man spat off a hackle, "I swear to ya," he said, "I wasn't gonna leave without an answer I'll tell you that right now. De-Nial ain't just a river in Egypt," "So what did you say next?" the young lady said. Charlie was just thinking the same thing. George, the man in the hat took sip of the night-mans elixir. He liked it and took another. "That's good coffee, Mac," He raised it briefly to the kid. "Um, thank ya lot," Charlie nodded and pretended to clean something waiting for the conversation to pick up again. It did not. They finished what they had, paid their check and left without even a goodbye. It was the last time Charlie ever say her again. And that's usually how it goes. Hanes brought his finished sticky plate to the counter. "Thanks, kid. See you around," "Stay dry out there, Mr. Hanes," Charlie said. "Sure. You do the same,"

it’s one of my favourite playlists on youtube ever, thank you

yesterday i saw this painting in person. it is my absolute favorite painting in the entire world. i got so emotional being able to see it in person, in real life. i stood there for nearly half an hour. it means so much to me

A couple of weeks ago I had the privilege to see the film "Edward Hopper: an American love story", only to find out that Edward and his wife Josephine were actually into Death Metal.

This brings me back nostalgic memories of the years I haven't even lived. The person who is reading this comment, I wish you great success, health, love and happiness!

It's amazing how his paintings give off the feeling of emptiness and loneliness while still containing enough detail to be considered realism and also, still, including people. This phenomenon has always interested me and recently has also interested the internet. Specifically with the concept of liminal spaces. This is a concept I find that I can easily get lost in on my own and not need anyone else to share the same interest but since the concept is, in itself, so lonely I feel that not having anyone to explain this feeling to, makes the art almost pointless as if it is a beauty that I have to keep to myself. I remember when I first discovered Edward Hopper maybe last year, it was Nighthawks as the cover for a relaxing study video that played oldies over the rain. It came up on youtube suggested and my girlfriend said that she studied the painting at school however I misheard her and thought she said she studied to the video. When I put it on she mentioned that the cars (which the creator had added in as an animation) weren't there previously, I clicked that she meant she had the painting as an artwork to study for her class. I then sat watching the video and listened to the music and then eventually went on to just looking at some of his works online I was amazed by them even though its pretty simple paintings compared to some others. The feeling it made me feel at the time was like no other. I had previously been pretty deep into the rabbit hole of so-called liminal spaces and the concept of the backrooms where it all came from however this was the most intense feeling of this that I had ever felt from simply looking at these works of art. I watch a KZfaqr called the librarian who makes videos where he explores community-created maps for the game gmod which are based on the concept of liminal spaces. I think the feeling that you get from liminal spaces which you also get from Hopper's paintings is a very odd one to describe. I personally feel as if its complete dread that we can be living in such a plain dull world but that feeling that even though the world is so bland it fills me with bliss because of all the amazing things that happen despite that dullness. The Librarian has a good way of being able to put it into words as I'm sure he has good practice for it as he has to do it for his videos. He came up with a concept that I think is the best way to broadly describe the feeling. The Creepy Comfy concept he came up with is that Creepy and Comfy are very much related. I think this a very good theory for this feeling and my explanation for this is that creepy images and concepts are usually normal things with something slightly ascue to the norm like a person with a strange face. It's similar in the way your house is comfy when it's your own furnishings and decor however if it's derelict and empty it would be creepy. Whenever I get this feeling for whatever reason; a rainy lazy day, an empty street that would normally be busy, or a calming song plays while I'm alone in the house and I look over the city I can just about see the skyline of from my parent's bedroom window, I feel that it often comes with a feeling of existentialism too. A feeling that if Edward Hopper's paintings can convey exactly the way he viewed the world and felt about things in a specific way and it doesn't matter that he has since passed away and Images of his painting still convey that feeling to me that it doesn't really matter what mark we leave on earth because even if it's not you who specifically created the painting or artwork or even the city skyline that gives people the same feeling it gave you, that feeling will still live on in others even if you didn't contribute to it. If I had to summarise it I would say these feelings I get prove that no matter what mark I leave the next generations will feel the same way I do so a part of me carries on through that. I find the afterlife to be a hard concept to believe it however I hope that if Edward Hopper can see this that he knows that his artwork has been able to do exactly what he intended for it to do and I hope that he finds some comfort in that. I also hope that anyone else reading this who also gets the same feeling I have talked about can be happy to know that although you might feel lonely and that might be exactly what you wanted to be feeling anyway that other people do share that same feeling and its one of the best to have.

The young lady staring out of the window, holding the envelope, coupled with the haunting music, sent chills down my spine.

Hopper’s painting elicit the same feeling of tuning out of the world on your bed at 3am, crushed by the limitless weight of melancholy and insignificance, listening to nothing but the sounds of the city and faint 50s music coming from a broken phone speaker, with light only emitting yellowish light from a flickering hand-me-down lamp

KZfaq and it’s contributors never fail to amaze me. Beautiful collection!

Me encanta como la música y las pinturas se complementan de una manera hermosa y cuentan una historia sin necesidad de palabras.

Many times,in dreams, I've been outside that restaurant looking in from many different angles, up close and from across the street. And every time I've dreamt this, I've wanted to go in. But every time when I walk to the door, just as I reach to open it, I wake up.

This was an incredible ride.

I wish that there were a similar music playlist with all of Edward Hopper's paintings, but because they're over 800 of them, I'll settle for, let's say 100 just to have a nice round number or maybe a whatever number of paintings fit in a 10 hour playlist. How about it?... Any takers? *** Snap snap, grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat! ***

That bit at 5:40 is so beautiful

My exs favorite piece of art was a hopper painting. I'm trying to push through those bad memories to enjoy some lovely music

One wonders how well hopper would have done as a set and interior designer in the noir film industry.