My top ten albums of twenty sixteen
1. Solange,Ā āA Seat at the Tableā 2. Anohni,Ā āHopelessnessā 3. Chance the Rapper,Ā āColoring Bookā 4. Frank Ocean,Ā āBlond(e)ā 5.Ā Beyonce, āLemonadeā 6. Kaytranada,Ā ā99.9%ā 7. James Blake,Ā āThe Colour In Anythingā 8. Lucius,Ā āGood Griefā 9. Rihanna,Ā āANTIā 10. Emeli Sande,Ā āLong Live The Angelsā
Honorable mention: J. ColeĀ ā4 Your Eyez OnlyāĀ
Hereās my best of list for the year. Itās crazy to me that another year has passed, and pretty much the last time I tended to this blog, was to write my list for 2015. I will always go back to this and wonder if I made the right call, then remember that these ten albums arenāt the only moments in music Iāve loved, enjoyed, and thought about.Ā
This last year was a challenging year in relation to music, for me. This year, I had such a hard time being a music fan. My professional life is in music, and I became a bit overwhelmed and bitter in a self imposed effort to keep up and balancing that with being a passionate fan. This made me angry in a way toward music. I would go through my day and not really feel like listening to anything with intention. I would only listen to music I knew very well, and a lot of those choices were surface level pop - hereās to you Ā Ariana (no shade.) I spent a good amount of time not listening to music this year, and working towards regaining intentionality around it. This process of taking time away really helped, however, Iām still navigating that jaded professional lens with music and my passion for it.
Second, this year was one where I spent a lot of time sharing music with someone as a way to express love and care - and vice versus. That relationship changed, and really forced me to analyze how sharing music creates an association with that person, and that connection is one that has to be severed in a way when the relationship stops existing. As a result, I found myself taking music and becoming a bit more territorial over it - I found I wanted to share a lot less to protect my bond with albums or songs. But isnāt sharing music with people you love part of ways we build relationships and help them grow? Where does that line live? The act of sharing music is an immensely vulnerable, yet very exciting. I want to share, talk about music, and hear from others. This was the first time I felt something like this in relationship to music so poignantly, and Iām sure it wonāt be the last. The important part for me is finding my own space with music, and cherishing the new music in my life, whether I heard myself, or someone shared with me. The point is the art is heard and appreciated.
Hereās to 2017.Ā
Talk soon.













