it used to be that just about seven or eight o'clock every night i'd smoke myself a tightly packed bowl before settling in to my little ikea sectional and what had become my nightly ritual. popping my earbuds in, i'd close my eyes and press play, sometimes an album, sometimes a playlist, mine or sometimes … Continue reading lost music, tom’s diner, & little nas x at the arch of the rainbow.
music
requiem for coachella — by way of beyonce.
daft punk, sahara tent, coachella valley music & arts festival, 2006; photographer unknown. You can only really know if you were there that night to witness live — Daft Punk’s set at the 2006 iteration of the Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival. Guy and Thomas as their Robot personas atop a pyramid of light, Close Encounters’ … Continue reading requiem for coachella — by way of beyonce.
dearly beloved.
“purple rain,” cassette — 1984. I’d thrown (the man who called himself) my father for a loop, the Wherehouse at Stonewood Mall in for the Hello Kitty store that Friday, where I’d spent most of my allowances prior. Another drive begun down Telegraph Road, another journey to buy a pencil case, a trinket, or some other little … Continue reading dearly beloved.
the beauty in the mob.
I sat there scrolling through my feed in the morning, as I usually do, and stumbled upon it. I knew what would happen as soon as I did. These things do have a tendency to move me so. But I clicked, anyway. And when it was over I sat there, kicking myself for getting all … Continue reading the beauty in the mob.
music & a playlist.
a f*cked-up fairytale, playlist. there are those pieces of music in our lives, the songs and albums we have deep, emotional relationships with — the music that reminds you of a fucked-up love affair and sends daggers through your stomach as a result of it, the album that takes you back to riding in the passenger’s seat … Continue reading music & a playlist.