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Every so often, I give up on pretending that I have sophisticated taste in music and turn on the kind of thing I used to wallow to in high school. It's a sure ticket to the past, which has been especially welcome lately—nothing like escaping to the good old days when the president was just… Continue reading teenage dream
Over the past several months, I've caught myself—multiple times—on the verge of tweeting song lyrics like I'm a seventeen-year-old writing on MySpace. I think it's probably because the last time I had my heart broken like I did a year or so ago, I was seventeen, and it was easier to wear your heart on… Continue reading interpreter of melodies
When I was thirteen, I brought along with me on a weeklong family vacation to Texas a single album: Avril Lavigne’s seminal Let Go, featuring cultural touchstones like “Sk8r Boi” and “Nobody’s Fool” (actual lyric: “I’m not the milk and Cheerios in your spoon”). For seven days, I listened to Let Go on repeat. Nobody… Continue reading album rock
