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
A lot of things are having their lasts, and a lot are having their firsts.
In two days I have my last Garage Music News meeting, where I’ve been writing for the past two years. Being there has made me a better writer, a better friend, a better listener and collaborator and worker. There I’ve made friends like I’ve never imagined, people who inspire me every minute and help me grow and change.
Yesterday I came out to my family. I start my new life with a new name I thought long and hard about that feels more like me than anything ever has. It’s both nerve-wracking and relieving to not have to worry about who I’m being when, and I don’t know what life like this will be but I hope it’s just as good.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I bought seven books the other day and have to read them all before I move.
April is the cruelest month, although not so much this year. Here I started really getting in a rut musically, because really, who needs anything more than Sufjan Stevens, Car Seat Headrest, Simon & Garfunkel, and The Mountain Goats?
Well, it turns out, I do, and the next month’s playlist is an attempt to rectify that. But for now, I accidentally put “Butchie’s Tune” in two different months.