Fifteen years in and Mitch Clem‘s music recommendations are still so clutch.
Month: July 2017
My Own Worst Enemy
This is another silly little pop punk song that I love. (I never claimed I had good taste.)
Now that my body has gone full rebel on me, it does not take a fun night of drinking and insulting people to kick the living shit out of me. Staying outside in the heat for a couple of hours and then trying to carry something will do that for me.
Stay inside and drink hydration powder for the rest of the summer, is the advice I was given. Can you put gin in that? asks my good friend. I guess we’ll find out.
I Palindrome I
Something cool about this week is that all the dates are palindromes in North American date notation. Something seriously uncool about this week is that some jackhole stole my iPod from my car. A song about both palindromes and murder seems appropriate.
Wishlist
I know, I can write my way out of this / black hole, back to all the things that I miss.
Bohemian Rhapsody
Last week in England. Big love.
Hypnotize
Mental radio is tuned to the wayback signal today.
White People Problems
Let me head off the stampede to observe that (1) these are mostly upper middle class hipster problems and (2) people of color often also like stuff white people like. Duly noted.
For all our friends whose white people problems are gigantic.
PTSD
The release of 4:44 sparked an online conversation about “grown up” rap albums. Folks mentioned a number of old favorites of mine, which sparked me to follow up on this recommendation.
Loving it so far and musing on the way that “grown up” means healing from and dealing with dysfunction in a way that crosses so many cultural boundaries. Who could we be if we weren’t forged in abuse and addiction? So many ways in which we lose our minds and find our voices.