June means it is Dulcet’s first birthday 🐻 And we are celebrating with some fan art of our favorite musical bear. Here’s Dulcet, listening to some tunes all day long, by @cam.esparza 🎶 💿 💜
June means it is Dulcet’s first birthday 🐻 And we are celebrating with some fan art of our favorite musical bear. Here’s Dulcet, who got her favorite record for her birthday, by @sofiazelayas 🎂 🎉🎁
June means it is Dulcet’s first birthday 🐻 And we are celebrating with some fan art of our favorite musical bear. This is Dulcet enjoying some tunes and sleepytime tea, by @cuhreenah 🌙 ✨
Living the TV chef dream, one smooth jazz tune at a time…
With food being one of life’s biggest pleasures, it’s no wonder why the music we associate with it is always somewhat sensual.
Just watch any cooking show and you’ll hear it: cheesy jazz, salsa and bossanova playing as Nigella Lawson makes her favorite homemade ramen or Giada De Laurentiis shows us how to perfect a decadent lasagna. Food, it appears, turns us on. (And so does Nigella Lawson.)Continue reading “Playlist Time: The Cooking Show”
A band willing to point fingers at any cracks in the narrative…
I couldn’t imagine living in 1992.
It was the year Bill Clinton took office, Hurricane Andrew devastated Miami, and Aladdin was released. It was also a time when Nirvana, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Vanilla Ice, and Rage Against the Machine existed in the same musical sphere.
Kinda weird, right? Franz Ferdinand also got assassinated that year — Feel old yet? #90skids.Continue reading “Artists to Love: Rage Against the Machine”
Inspired by the Game of Thrones heroine…
With the finale of Game of Thrones encroaching, there’s the blood-churning anxiety and anticipation that inevitably comes along with it. As the show reaches its eighth and final season, fans are becoming restless; conjuring up endless theories, sharing memes, and reminiscing about their favorite characters (the ones who are alive, anyway.)Continue reading “Playlist Time: Arya Stark’s “All Men Must Die” Mix”
Your twenties are for breaking down on the turnpike…
It’s always been hard for me to express my feelings. Even with myself. It’s like admitting I feel a certain way makes it too real for me. My feeble mind cannot fathom the fact that actually feel that way.
I can’t be sad. I can’t feel alone. Isn’t that what people do in movies? Isn’t that what happens to people who actually have difficult lives? It can’t happen to me.