As I near the end of my annual “Summer Listening” checklist and get ready to go back to school next week, I thought it’d be appropriate to do a quick round up of stuff I listened to over the past three months and liked… or didn’t like. Womp womp.
In total, I listened to almost 100 albums for the first time this summer. I’m pretty sure that’s my new personal record!!! I tried to focus on new releases, but naturally a lot of older albums snuck into the mix too. So that you don’t have to spend 100 hours of your life sifting through music like I just did, here’s a list of some of the best albums I heard. All selections are alphabetized by artist. To listen to the tracks I recommended, just click the song titles!
Continue reading “Albums I Listened To This Summer and Loved (But Also Some That I Didn’t)”
This past weekend was probably the most hilarious juxtaposition of concerts that I’ve ever experienced. One minute I was chilling at a Wilco and Bob Dylan show with dads and old hippies, and the next I was raving it up at the neon-infused EDM (electronic dance music) festival that is HARD Summer.
To put it in visual perspective, here is Saturday:
Yeah, I don’t really know either.
But I swear: It was one of the most memorable weekends of my life.
Continue reading “In Which I Attend An EDM Festival and Am Not Horrified”
The countdown is on: It’s my last week as a teenager. Here’s the second and final part of my “favorite albums of all time” list, which I’ve put together to commemorate my soon-to-be-gone adolescent years. You can read Part 1 here.
Neil Young, On the Beach (1974)
Neil Young, I get you. I know what you mean when you sing, “I need a crowd of people, but I can’t face them day to day,” when you croon, “I’m deep inside myself, but I’ll get out somehow.” Not gonna lie, this album is depressing as hell. I have to be careful to listen to it in small doses or else I feel like I’m going to blow my brains out. Yet – in all its talk of loneliness and solitude – there’re these tiny flashes of optimism that give you a sense that Neil’s gonna be okay, so then you’re like *phew* I’M gonna be okay, we’re ALL gonna be okay, EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS GONNA BE OKAY!!!!!
That, my friends, is the genius of Neil Young.
Continue reading “Happy two decades to me (Part 2)”
I am suddenly two weeks away from never again being able to identify as a teenager – a realization that is alarming and liberating all at once. On the one hand, my very YOUTH is slipping away, and unfortunately, I will no longer smell like teen spirit. Or start teenage riots. Or be a teenage superstar. Or live out that teenage dream Katy Perry was talking about. (iTunes search function, you’re making this too, too easy.) On the other hand, the label “teenage girl” carries a stigma that can sometimes cause others to devalue your opinions or judge you based on stereotypes and preconceived notions. I especially dislike the eye roll that can ensue if a teenage girl says “Music is my life,” as if teenage girls are too vapid to know what “real” music is. Not that this has been a huge problem for me, but it’s still nice to be able to naturally shed that label.
Continue reading “Obviously, doctor, you’ve never been a 13-year-old girl (Part 1)”