Ten songs that marked my year of feeling, traveling and rambling…
To 2019: the finest line I’ve walked on thus far.
For the year that saw my biggest going-through-the-motions and for the decade that molded me into the tiny self-titled badass I am today, I say thank you.
2019 was the ultimate capstone of a decade that saw my teen years, the journey through middle school, high school, and into university and the working world. It’s ten years of self-discovery, of wading through periods of anxious emotions and feelings towards friends, crushes, the in-between of both, of traveling and living without my family by my side in foreign countries, of discovering what I want for myself and who I care to be seen as by my community and by my city. Ten years of music and artists and concerts that allowed me to unleash whatever, good or bad, was plaguing me in the current moment.
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My yearlong obsession with these Californian boys…
Artwork by Sofía Zelaya.
According to Spotify’s yearly recount, I spent 146 hours listening to The Beach Boys in 2019. Their music feels like nothing else to me.
Listening to their complex harmonies has been my coping mechanism during difficult times, as has been reading about their history, full of ups and downs.
And it turns out the world of The Beach Boys is quite the rabbit hole.
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How the desert dreamers disturbed critics and won over listeners with their heartfelt rock…
Artwork by Camila Estela G.
The first record I ever owned was Sam’s Town by The Killers. I shoplifted it from a Target that had just opened here in Staten Island. This was before they figured out that people brought stuff into the bathroom with them and ripped the packaging off so they could walk out undetected.
Now they have sensors right before you enter the bathroom, thus putting an end to a true golden age for moody teens who needed their fix of both bombastic stadium rock and season four of Scrubs. Shame.
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