I probably have around 20 half-written drafts saved in WordPress that one day, I swear, will see the light of the Internet. (I also have a book about overcoming procrastination that has been sitting in my Amazon wishlist for over three years.)
So you think barbershop is sung by men in straw hats and striped shirts? Something like this?
With all due respect… shut up.
Kicking things off with a list of the albums I listened to the most in 2013, because I’m pretty darn sure nothing will come along in the next 18 days that I will listen to more than these. It’s been a long, long year.
10. Arcade Fire – “Reflektor”
9. They Might Be Giants – “Flood”
8. Pinback – “Nautical Antiques”
7. Screaming Trees – “Dust”
6. Pearl Jam – “Riot Act”
5. R.E.M. – “Collapse into Now”
4. Alt-J – “An Awesome Wave”
3. Crash Test Dummies – “God Shuffled His Feet”
2. Vampire Weekend – “Modern Vampires of the City”
1. Pearl Jam – “Lightning Bolt”
As I’ve been poring over my Facebook news feed lately, I’ve gotten lost once again in lists. “Top 13 GIFs of 2013,” “Our favorite Internet-sensation dogs of 2013,” “17 Reasons 2013 was the Best Year Everrrrrr,” etc. While I’ve managed to steer clear of most of those, I do find myself caught up in the self-aggrandizing “Best-Of” lists—the ones from sources which, supposedly, are the absolutely best-equipped to present all the media you missed in 2013 and make you feel guilty about it.
For instance, NPR Music’s 50 Favorite Albums of 2013 was guaranteed to make me wallow in self-resentment. I hadn’t even heard of half of those artists, let alone all the albums. I used to be so ahead of the curve. For every overrated album on a Top 10 list I saw, I could name three more that were underrated or unheard. Continue reading “end-of-days”
I cry—really cry—once or twice a year at most. Sure, I shed the occasional tear at church or during a particularly emotional chorus practice or performance, but mostly I reserve the wracking emotion for … well, whenever it hits. My Swedish stoicism can only stave off the inevitable sob act for so long, though, and then I succumb to an inevitable flow of sorrow or sadness or whatever sensation seems to take hold. Continue reading “Petty Problems”
This trend of pieces entirely comprised of lists (called “listicles,” for some reason we can’t understand and needn’t investigate), has become overwhelming for me as a reader. Lists are meant to be the opposite of overwhelming. They’re meant to be a simple, efficient way to learn things and digest assimilated information. And they are all those things. Continue reading “I’m done with lists.”
Thought I’d post this before my six-hour road trip during which I will do ridiculous things including listening to, like, the entire Foo Fighters discography or “Peaches” on repeat.
Items in each list are in chronological order. Continue reading “All the missing crooked hearts”