My last ever piece for GMN. Stay tuned for the late night sadness when this starts to finally sink in.
by EJ Coleman
“I just wanna get in my guest bathroom, which is the only room in my house without a window, just turn the lights off and sit in absolute darkness and put my headphones on and just let Jepsen carry me away. […] I wanna go on a Carly Rae voyage into myself.” — Griffin McElroy
My relationship with Ms. Jepsen has been… tumultuous at times. I first fell in love with her in 2012, when I caught the music video for “Call Me Maybe” while flipping past Disney Channel. It was (as you should know by now) incredibly enjoyable, and with a better twist than even M. Night could pull off. Every time it was on the radio I un-ironically turned the volume up in my earbuds despite my mom’s warning that “you’ll go deaf that way.”
Then came that fateful night. Carly Rae…
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Music makes it better. That’s all I have to say.
For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You’ll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you’ll realize it’s always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won’t understand why or how.
— House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski