Monthly reminder that I keep a running playlist of my favorite songs this year that you can play and subscribe to!
what happened to all the Tumblr themed days like GPOYW and SNPD Thursday and Smile Friday?
Is there at least a little group of sheltered folks keeping the community’s traditions alive?
If there’s one thing you never get to experience in your life, let it be the tragic art of losing your sense of wonder. Never take this world for granted because there is beauty seeping through every aspect of this life.
Let yourself feel the magic of the windows down and the way wind feels on your face as it tousles your hair. Sit in awe of the skeletons of skyscrapers and half built highways knowing that humans created these amazing structures that withstand so much. Feel the ache of loneliness in a foreign city where no one knows your name. Get lost in the endless cornfields that fill the body of this country. Take in the blackness of the desert at night and how a full moon reflects off of your sticky summer skin. Remember what it felt like to be young, with the autumn chill sneaking through your jacket as you crunch fallen leaves beneath your sneakers. Remember your first kiss on the curb down the street by your childhood home and think about all of the different people you’ve had the opportunity to explore. Most of all, never apologize for feeling things to their fullest - for loving with your whole heart and aching with your whole body - because that is how you know that you are a part of this life.
Reblog with something you vow not to take for granted.
"New York is one of the most provincial and isolated places I know"
In a recent interview he was asked about whether he ever wants to leave. And while he acknowledges that, yes, he will likely one day live elsewhere, he bristled at the assumption that people who are from places like Beckley are always expected to wish desperately to escape and see and experience other parts of the world. Meanwhile, no one ever asks people who spend their whole lives in New York if they need to escape:
New York is one of the most provincial and isolated places I know. They never get asked questions about escape, or if they are it’s always about the price-of-rent bullshit. I mean, there are still 60-year-old men in that city running around telling anecdotes about how they knew the fucking Ramones. There are people running around with the same tattoos and uniform on and reading the same shitty books. They’re the ones who need to escape. Their fashion is the spiritual equivalent of bell bottoms, but nobody asks them questions about escaping. You can be a shitty artist anywhere.
I do place value on seeing other places. When I left West Virginia a pretty big reason for it was simply to get out of West Virginia.
But McLanahan is absolutely right about it being possible to be provincial and insular anywhere. I see those qualities among people in the bigger, allegedly more worldly cities more than I see it in my friends from Ohio and West Virginia, actually.
"It’s just internet hype, it’s never gonna translate into IRL success, people aren’t actually eating it at parties, yeah? Frankly I think healthy food is an industry plant. It’s not had an organic growth in buzz, you know, it just suddenly popped up? I don’t buy it"
FKA Twigs - “Two Weeks” (2014)
The “FKA” in FKA Twigs’ name stands for “Formerly Known As,” a legal term of art often found in entertainment industry contracts; she took it on when she was still known as “Twigs” to fend off a legal challenge from another artist also known as Twigs. She became the term that would be used in the legal settlement, recognizing that her identity is constituted through a system of laws rather than her pure intentionality. The name of her forthcoming debut album is LP1, and this, too, is a legal term of art: in music industry contracts, “LP1” is used to refer to the first album made under the contract (and LP2 the second, etc.) since the titles of these future albums are not known yet.
As a former entertainment law paralegal, I find this charming, but it also resonates with her music. “Two Weeks” is an intensely physical song, not dancing around the point but coming right to it: “Feel your body closing, I can rip it open,” she sings. That sort of very specific language about sex is in sharp contrast to the dry abstractions of “FKA” and “LP1.” Legalese takes the horrors of human experience (death, violence, divorce) and expresses them in terms as entirely removed from emotion as possible: plaintiffs, executors, guardianship. The court deliberates on whether a man will be poisoned by the state for stabbing three people to death: is he guilty of first-degree murder.
Pop does this too. Pop songs are about (or are taken to be about) these intensely personal aspects of human experience, both physical and emotional—desire, attraction, sex, love, loss—things we experience only in the specific. But these songs, and our relationships with them, are embedded in a system that’s necessarily impersonal, that cannot afford to do anything but generalize the individual experience of listening to this work of art to as many people as possible. The song that means the world to you was deliberately engineered to be as appealing as possible, even if that meant subsuming the artist’s vision, was mass-produced and distributed and marketed without any regard for your feelings. The song my father-in-law chose for his dance with my wife at our wedding was used as Edward and Bella’s first dance at their wedding in Twilight. That doesn’t make our use of it any less emotional, but it’s a distinction that’s less jarring when it’s recognized and granted. Placing your identity as a singer within a legal term while singing “pull out the insides and give me two weeks” drives this home.