May 25, 2022
Hyunjin! from stray kids... thought this was a nice pic!
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Hyunjin! from stray kids... thought this was a nice pic!
A few 2015 “start of summer” songs to kick things off.
The Rapture- "How Deep Is Your Love?" As if they never left.
Purity Ring- "Ungirthed" From their Ungirthed 7" This is almost three months old. I'm ashamed that I'm so behind the curve, but I'm more ashamed that I didn't think of calling a music project "Purity Ring."
Keepaway- "Yellow Wings" From the Baby Style EP At first it's all like: "Cute cut-and-paste dissonance. Chris is going to like this." Then it's all like: "Squiddly-bop angular guitar. Mix in some ethereal shit with that computer shit. Chris is really liking this now." Music.
M83- "Run Into Flowers" From Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts During my senior year of college, there was a three month period when I didn't own a computer. Since I liked to write at night, my only option was to go to my tiny liberal arts school's only 24-hour public computer lab. In this sweaty room in a forgotten building that had, the semester before, been used as a Hurricane Katrina evacuation center, I stayed up all night drinking caffeine, taking micro-breaks, and typing papers. Papers about Greek Myth, Modern Philosophy, French, Postmodern Literary Theory, The Victorian Imagination, or whatever other bullshit I happened to be taking.* While the people around me navigated MySpace, I plugged away with books surrounding my feet, using all of the techniques the procrastinators before me had taught. I would start in a 10 point font, single-spaced with no margins and no heading. Whenever I got frustrated, I would change one of those fields to encourage myself. "Look, with one-inch margins, I have an extra half page!" Eventually, I would finish with what I needed, and I would exit into the cold blast of a dewy, starless night (or sometimes a lazy sunrise) with an unforgettable sense of relief and accomplishment. I would usually play this song on my iPod on the walk home. It sounds like the moment when you reach the gum of a Blow-Pop. *Yes, I'm showing off. Let that stuff be worth something, okay?