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Songs That Remind me of A Particular Time

Flowers are Red by Harry Chapin: Kindergarten

What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong: Kindergarten, this song always made me sad because it reminded me of Sundays

Grease Soundtrack: Second Grade my mother would play it every morning while getting ready

Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack by Andrew Lloyd Weber : Summer before 7th Grade

Underneath it All, Damn Cold Night, Drift Away, Big Yellow Taxi (Counting Crows version): 6th Grade (over and over again on the bus rides home)

Music from the Brazilian Heart: 2005 It’s actually a CD full of Bossa Nova music from Starbucks.  I asked my mom to buy it because it had the song Girl from Ipanema on it and this was before Youtube so I didn’t know how else to hear that song on command because I was dumb.

Collide, Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told me, Somewhere Only We Know, Mr. Lonely, Such Great Heights: 8th grade/ Spring break 2004

Regina Spektor All the Songs 2008-2009

Lemon Tree Barcelona 2008

Mika, Unravel, by Bjork 2009

Vashti Bunyan, Afterhours, Let it Fall, Dance Dance Dance by Lykke Li 2010

Miniature Tigers 2011

The Idler Wheel: Summer 2012

Extraordinary Machine: Fall 2012

This Feeling by Joey Bada$$: October 2012

Channel Orange: December 2012, Early 2014

Edith Piaf, Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday Greatest Hits: Spring 2013

Nujabes and DJ Okawari: Spring 2013

Frog Princess Soundtrack: Spring 2013

Yeezus: Summer 2013

Food & Liquor by Lupe Fiasco: Spring 2013

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hilll: Spring/Summer 2013

My Twisted Dark Fantasy, 808s and Heartbreak: Summer 2013

Lilac Wine by Miley Cyrus and Jeff Buckley: Summer 2013

Graduation, Late Registration, College Dropout: Fall  2013

Satellite Flight by Kid Cudi: Spring/Summer 2014

10 Day, Acid Rap by Chance the Rapper: Spring 2014

Les Miserables Soundtrack: Spring 2014

The Platters Greatest Hits: Summer 2014

Sam Cooke Greatest Hits: Spring 2014

If You’re Reading this It’s too Late: March /Thailand 2015

Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran: March/Thailand 2015

Music I Don’t Like but I Like

Sometimes it’s not about whether you objectively like a song or not, it’s a place or feeling it reminds you of that makes you want to listen to the song one more time. Sort of related to “nothing is as good a the fantasy of it” Because, it’s kind of fun listening to the song that makes me feel like I’m working at nameless corporation, but it would not be fun to actually work in an office cubicle.

Alternately, you can hate a song you loved because someone you despise uses it as their ringtone.

A lot of 70s and 80s music

How Deep is Your Love

Hooked on a Feeling

Carpenters Close to You

Ed Sheeran Thinking Out Loud

Seasons in the Sun

I Put a Spell on You

DJ is a God

gotta love that EDM.

 

I feel like out of all music, house music is where you have to most suspend disbelief.  Otherwise you feel plain stupid.

If you want to be near the DJ, your hand is in the air, as if trying to touch the ONE TRUE BEING, meanwhile colorful light beams shoot from the ceiling heavens further creating the holy ground ambience. You bob ever so slightly side to side pretending this is how you always dance, you totally have a full range of motion (even though your cheek keeps knocking against someone’s sweaty back and the smell of BO is like a warm pashmina that wraps around you), this bobbing is totally a dance move.

Except it’s not.  You’re just one giant, vibing pulsating mass. Chanting believe, believe, believe.

That’s why I like the second floor better.

 

 

My Favorite Parts: Kanye West Quotes from his July 2013 Interview with W Magazine

1. “to turn my flea market of information into a beautiful living space”

2. “For her to take that risk in front of the world, it just shows you how much she loves me. And how much she actually loves the opportunity to learn. You got, like, a million companies saying, ‘This is impacting your brand! This is impacting your fans! And blah blah blah.’ But she still sees this light of beauty.”

3. “Oh, that’s just all for love. It’s simply that. At a certain point, or always, love is more important than any branding, or any set of cool people, or attempting to impress anyone. Because true love is just the way you feel.” Some intellectual ambivalence clearly remains, however. “Thoughts and feelings can disagree sometimes,” West says.

4. “I’m not comfortable with comfort,” he says. “I’m only comfortable when I’m in a place where I’m constantly learning and growing.”

5. “I care,” he says. “I care about everything. Sometimes not giving a fuck is caring the most.”

6. “But I don’t care about my name as much as I care about my ideas. I could do something completely wrong, and people could hate it, but then someone else could see it and do it completely right. And it’s a push forward for civilization.”

White Stripes: A Kindof Obituary (Orig. Written 2011)

I don’t listen to a great variety of music, I don’t put my music on shuffle.  I’m one of those people that, when I like an artist, I like to consume the album (or their entire repertoire) whole, from beginning to end like a novel.  And cycle through, beginning to end, over and over and over again for months at a time like a kid infatuated with Frozen.  And then abandon them for months.  With some artists my interest fades after that initial bout of obsession (like a fashion it-item, it was all-consuming but time-sensitive).  With others, the music stays with me even when I’m not listening to them, years later.  Everyone has those artists.  For me, it’s  Regina Spektor, Kanye West, Fiona Apple, Frank Ocean, The White Stripes.

I first wrote this 3(!) years ago when Jack first announced their ultimate end.  I decided to post it here after reading his recent interview in Rolling Stone while promoting his latest album “Lazaretto.” The most used “sound bite” was how he barely talks to Meg anymore, which I don’t think anyone is surprised about.

the twang of country I normally can’t stand besides  from the lips of the old greats like johnny cash and patsy cline is made soft and bearable through the white stripes.  The screechy banjo to haunting beats that lead you from blues to country to rock and back again that alternatively or simultaneously hook and numb. The lyrics sing of a nostalgia of the hardships and culture of the midwest and appalachia, a nostalgia that I never will fully understand, nor do I particularly want to.  Compassion perhaps, but never real empathy.

 
The indescribable role that meg plays in the background.  Her sparse beats hesitant and naive.  There is no doubt that there are thousands of others that play percussion better than her, there are thousands that play just as badly as her.  She is seen and not heard and yet she adds a tangible hint of peculiarity to the duo.  A hint that a female, but not just any female can add.  Her awkward posture is intriguing.  A femme fatale lithe and graceful would not add the same intrigue.
 
Sometimes it seems like it might as well be the jack white band.  with his numerous other endeavors that are arguably more idiosyncratic.  Songs like blue veins where jack wails like a wounded cat vaguely scatting.But it’s because of Meg that they are the White Stripes. The white and red band.  Without Meg, it’s just The Stripes.