Hello, They say smell is the most memory-triggering sense, but I think hearing (music) has to be a close second. When I listen to certain music, I can remember so vividly where I was when I first really heard it — and how it made me feel. This year I remember: listening to “Immune” by Jensen McRae in the parking lot of a mass vaccination site (“the irony could never be lost on me”); all the times I drove down Rhode Island Avenue blasting “Be Sweet” by Japanese Breakfast, trying to fill myself up on hope; all the mornings I awoke just before the sky lightened outside my window, queuing up “Awake For The Sunrise” quietly in my AirPods; dancing to Wet Leg in my kitchen; all the times I created a new playlist titled “this shower,” which usually included a healthy dose of Olivia Rodrigo; listening to “Hug From a Dinosaur” by Torres in the backseat of a friend’s car, head out the window, warm wind on my face.
december 1: music of my year
december 1: music of my year
december 1: music of my year
Hello, They say smell is the most memory-triggering sense, but I think hearing (music) has to be a close second. When I listen to certain music, I can remember so vividly where I was when I first really heard it — and how it made me feel. This year I remember: listening to “Immune” by Jensen McRae in the parking lot of a mass vaccination site (“the irony could never be lost on me”); all the times I drove down Rhode Island Avenue blasting “Be Sweet” by Japanese Breakfast, trying to fill myself up on hope; all the mornings I awoke just before the sky lightened outside my window, queuing up “Awake For The Sunrise” quietly in my AirPods; dancing to Wet Leg in my kitchen; all the times I created a new playlist titled “this shower,” which usually included a healthy dose of Olivia Rodrigo; listening to “Hug From a Dinosaur” by Torres in the backseat of a friend’s car, head out the window, warm wind on my face.