I’m not much of a dancer. I like to sing. Sometimes I’ll bob my head. I might even furiously drum on whatever surface happens to be nearby. But I don’t dance.
Instead I like to let the music I’m listening to do most of the dancing for me.
Here’s a dancey tune for you to take in on this fine day. Listen to the smooth voice of Le Cassette on your radio or whatever audio-injection method you prefer and time-travel to the future — a future where 1987 never ended.
Stevie Wonder’s magical music is one of the best gifts the world has ever received. And with the way we behave, we definitely don’t deserve it.
This is another song obsession that I inherited from my dad, who loves singing along with Stevie’s Spanglish in the intro, even if other people are around to witness it.
I like to listen to it when my self-esteem is running on empty and I need a reminder that everything is going to be okay, and that I’m actually a pretty cool person; I mean, I must be to love such a great song, right? Isn’t that how it works?
You can be cool too. Just listen to the song, and believe what Stevie is telling you with your whole heart. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. It’s gonna be okay. And even if Stevie can’t be standing on the side when you get off your trip, this song always will be there for you when you need it.
When relationships find that hard spot, the relation is this song. When I listen to this song, I hear the random fights involving insecurities of other women-or even men. I hear someone drowning themselves in alcohol to avoid all pain that comes along with those fights… As dark as the song is, it has an upbeat melody which makes it ironic af. I love it, I hope it speaks to some of you as it does me.✌🏻
I can remember breaking down into tears multiple times during the first week of living here. I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri and thought moving an hour and half away to go to college was a huge step in becoming an adult. Little did I know that packing up my jeep to drive to Los Angeles, California would be a little more defining.
Since I got a drivers license at 16, driving around and listening to music has been my thing. I’ve always loved to drive and used to do it just as a reason to leave the house. I even enjoyed the drive to and from California to Missouri. All 2000 miles of it. But, my love of driving quickly faded after I moved to California for good and began working in downtown LA.
Back in Missouri, our idea of traffic was a slow down to 20 mph during highway interchanges. I was in for a treat when I saw what the LA streets had in store for me.
After being here five years, it seems like a way of life. And no matter the traffic conditions, I always have music going. It’s my way of mediating. My thoughts clear and the music eases my mind to bring out the stresses from the day.
Lately, “Falls” by Odesza has been my car anthem. If you’re having one of those days, it’s the perfect song to belt out alone in your car (while surrounded by hundreds of other people in their cars.)
It has just the right amount of drama and emotion to match any hardship one may be going through. Whether it be a break-up or some rude person just swerved into your lane and didn’t even need to get off at the next exit. You just gotta feed your emotion into the song. It’s less expensive than a therapy session, and much needed if you want to remain sane in this city.
Side note: this has only been tested if you sing/scream the lyrics along with song. So next time you’ve had a bad day, or if you feel like just listening to a dope song, check out Falls by Odesza.
We’re about halfway through the month of October, which means the deadline to submit your work for issue 1 is quickly approaching.
Here’s that original call for anyone who needs a refresher:
For our first Memoir Mixtape, inquiring minds would like to know:
What was the first song that you were truly & madly obsessed with? And what possessed you to listen to Fleetwood Mac’s “Silver Springs” 304 times over one weekend in 4th grade? Did it lead to a personal breakthrough? Or to a year-long case of insomnia and fitful nightmares starring Stevie Nicks?
Yeah, I was never really the same after that summer.
Not really. Just remember that we’re looking for essay length pieces — not novels. But now that I’m thinking about it…we’d love to see your poems, too. And don’t forget to include a short bio, photo, or any other relevant info you want to be included with your submission should it be included in our first mix.