Vacation always takes a lot out of me. The travelling part is always the hardest, especially if you are stuck in a flying tube at 40,000 feet. I hate flying more than most people; luckily, the magic little box full of music kept my mind off of the flight. Continue reading
The Verve’s 12” single for “The Drugs Don’t Work” is one of the few ’90s-era records in my collection. Featuring shimmering strings and longing lyrics, the song is one of my favorites from their 1997 album, Urban Hymns.
Heaven forbid a songwriter write about something major happening in her life.
As school and Persephone Magazine prepare for holiday break and the year winds down, I wanted throw my hat into the ring of end-of-year list-making and review my favorite songs/albums of the year. Continue reading
Not every record in my collection has ties to either my father or my own personal history. This week, my story from Familial Musical Past involves my mother. Let us talk about that marching band staple, “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye” by Steam.
Steeped in heartbreak and loneliness, Blood On The Tracks is considered among Bob Dylan’s best. Released after the dissolution of his marriage to Sara Lowndes, Dylan claimed in his autobiography, Chronicles Vol. 1, that the songs were inspired by Chekhov stories. Rule #1: Never take what Bob Dylan says at face value.
The past week was an easy one for many Americans thanks to paid time off, school holidays, and ample amounts of food. Because I work retail, Thanksgiving week involved lots of work and not much food. As Black Friday consumptions creep further into Thanksgiving, I realize I food and family will probably not be on my list in the future. Continue reading
Acclimating myself to Leonard Cohen’s unusual singing voice took until adulthood. Low and creaky, Cohen sounds as though he’s easing his words through a crack in the wall. He sneaks up on you, and his literary style of songwriting appeals to me.
Like many children born in the 1980s, “Mellow Yellow” makes me think of the soda commercials first and the song second. Donovan has a long history of not being as revered as he might have liked, so I feel compelled to at least give his famous song a better look.
When you spend a lot of time discussing and reading about social issues, entertainment is no longer viewed through the same lens. Sometimes overhearing the most seemingly benign pop song will irritate me, and I’m off on a rant… Continue reading
One of my earliest musical memories was when I discovered that songs could be about more than the writer’s direct experience. Music could exist as part of a greater artistic picture, with each portion enhancing the other to make an amazing whole. I learned how songs could inspire artists who were not musicians, and how that would later impact what I wanted to do with my life.
My love for The Jam is massive and unyielding. Paul Weller as the tobacco-saturated, post-punk frontman, Bruce Foxton as the rambling, grooving bass player — I fell in deep for their songs upon first listen. Because of my age and because of my geography, I didn’t appreciate The Jam until around 2007 or so. During the mid-Aughts, I decided to explore the tributaries leading to my favorite ’90s British bands. I’m so glad I did.
I woke up Sunday morning to sub-40 degree temperatures in Seattle and I realized that Autumn and Winter were suddenly upon me. The decline from the 60 degree weather of September to now explains my rapid descent into dark brooding music. I have mostly pushed bands like Vampire Weekend and Ok Go to the side in favor of artists like Nine Inch Nails and the Black Keys. Listening to these songs makes it easier for me to deal with the depression bouts I tend to get in the cold, dark winter. Continue reading