Playlist — August 2017

I’m not entirely sure August was a whole, complete month. I feel like I’ve been eight different people in the past thirty-one days alone, like I’ve not aged but evolved twice as fast as the world around me. It’s been week long spans of feeling like I’m running out of time interspersed with days of seemingly the entire universe being on hiatus. Not to mention all the endings (most of which haven’t sunk in yet) and beginnings and everything in between, I feel like I’ve lived and died eleven times in August.

I’ve been waking up early for the past week. I made (I think) a few new friends. I made my own doctor’s appointment and have bought groceries and talked to cashiers without breaking down. I don’t know, I think it’s been pretty alright so far. I hope it doesn’t pass too quickly, or too suddenly at least.

Somehow amidst all this I had time to get super attached to new artists, chief among them Marika Hackman, The Long Winters, and Waxahatchee. Rest in piece The Adventure Zone (look forward to more on that) and my having any semblance of free time. Happy birthday to my new dorm. This is August.

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Playlist — July 2017

July is about getting shit together. Lists on lists on lists, going back to therapy, filling out forms, etc. etc. I expect next month will be more of the same with the addition of my family’s not-so-covert Farewell Tour where they each kidnap me for their goodbye activity whatever that may be.

This post is hard to write because I am also simultaneously listening to the second part of The Adventure Zone finale and losing my mind. More on that later, probably. For now: the weather July.

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Why I Can’t Stop Listening to E•MO•TION Even Though It’s Already 2017

My last ever piece for GMN. Stay tuned for the late night sadness when this starts to finally sink in.

carly_rae_jepsen_e_mo_tion_artwork.0.0by 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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