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.
Do you guys like karaoke? Of course you do. I know I do, even though I’m a shy and nervous guy. Jolene is one of my staples, and when I start belting it in the middle of a drunken karaoke night, let me tell you‒it gets results.
In spite of Jolene’s up-tempo speed, there’s a mournful, funerary quality to the song that I’ve always been attracted to. Dolly is pleading, begging, and still fighting for her man, but I dunno‒it’s almost as if she knows she’s already lost the contest with Jolene. I guess what matters is that she took a stand and fought for what’s hers, regardless of whether she thought she could win or not.
I suggest that you put this song on, don your best western shirt and bolo tie, find a flaming-haired bitch named Jolene, and fuck up her day.
No one takes your man.
EXTRA CREDIT: If you’re done with Dolly but can’t get enough of the song and you need a little change of speed, here’s a different take that I’m also partial to:
The White Stripes do a hell of a job I tell you what.
If the modern world seems like a real pain in the ass lately, take a few minutes and spend some time with Ray Davies of the Kinks as he escapes it all in “Apeman.”
Not known for their subtlety when combining satire with some of the catchiest rock and roll of their era, Davies and the Kinks put together an especially straightforward mockery of all that ails society with “Apeman.”
We fucked up. We’re just monkeys. Let’s act accordingly.
If you don’t agree, just put on “Apeman,” sing along with the chorus, and see if you don’t feel it in your loins when you proclaim to the world “I’m an apeman.” Your monkey loins.
Cause compared to the sun that sits in the sky
Compared to the clouds as they roll by
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies
You are an ape man
Have you ever gotten so carried away singing along to a kickass rock song as you’re driving down the highway that you look down at your speedometer two minutes in and see you’ve been pushing 90 mph in a 65?
Yeah, Heart’s “Crazy On You” (or “Magic Man,” which was a very close contender for today’s song recommendation) will do that.
In my next life, I hope to come back as the 70s version of Ann Wilson.
Don’t forget to submit personal essays/poetry inspired by your earliest song obsession to email@example.com by 10/31!
Just to clear up any lingering confusion, here is a quick & dirty guide to the two main ways you can contribute to the Memoir Mixtapes project.
Before we start, one important message: You can absolutely do both!
1. Looking for a serious commitment?
Write a personal essay or poem inspired by your first song obsession for Issue #1. These will be longer (3–7 pages is the ideal range, though we are flexible), more artistic pieces.
Many people have asked if they can write about a full album, and I don’t see why not, but we would prefer to see some more emphasis on one track that we can include as part of the Mixtape/playlist we’ll publish & share along with the issue.
Write a short song recommendation that we can publish as part of our daily series here on the blog. Read this great recommendation from our first guest contributor to see an example of how it can be done (but you are fully encouraged to bring your own personal style/voice to your recommendations.)
If you create a Medium account, we can add you as a contributing writer, so you will be noted as the author and people can click over to your Medium page and learn more about how awesome you are.
This is one of the best songs, plain and simple. I can say no words which will do it justice. Words are very unnecessary‒they can only do harm.
I suggest playing it while holding your beloved in your arms, gazing into their eyes with unblinking, unwavering, unnerving intensity. You will silently convey that they’re all you ever wanted or needed.
If your beloved is not at hand, consider this alternative: put on your best leather jacket and/or royal finery, pull up a lawn chair somewhere in the world, and take a moment for yourself. Enjoy the silence.