there is finally sun in my city
I apologise for my continual disappearing acts. ♥ I'll try to atone in about two weeks, after classes end. If I can survive them. Music, as always, has been my chillout drug of choice, and I promise a post about everything I've been drowning in sonically; Radiohead (good job being ten years late on that one), The Weeknd, Wye Oak, James Blake, Kanye West (I KNOW), Jamie Woon (where did you get that last name from, dude), Late Night Alumni, Lykke Li -- in the meantime, take this EP by an obscure Canadian band.
ACCOST: accost ep
This album encapsulates everything I love about music, asd;jal;sdfjls. I can't place it exactly in terms of genre, but I really think the sound is universally appealing. I'd call it, maybe, an effortless fusion between melodic indie rock and laid-back electronic beats, with clear, soaring vocals (female, if that matters to you) and evocative lyrics. Its soundscapes feel smooth, chilly, and bright, like a drive through the city on a spring evening.
A random string of thoughts -- I finally declared my major, after two and a half years of putting it off and/or outright forgetting, every time I was in the building with all the official forms; pretty anticlimactic, in the end. I am absurdly excited for S6 of Doctor Who. And for HBO's A Game of Thrones adaptation, because Lena Headey kicking ass is never not a good thing. I am not allowing myself to watch the season finale of White Collar until I finish all of my essays. I have to write ... four essays by next Friday, and then five more before May -- which I am trying not to think about -- which doesn't work because avoidance is definitely not the answer here. (Thank god for profs who are understanding about health issues and extensions. Sadly, the work doesn't just go away, you have to finish it sometime -- e.g. all within the span of two weeks, when your rheumatologist has pulled you off of your meds because they were making your hair fall out (AGAIN) and your pain levels are at 150%. Uh, pre-emptively: I don't want sympathy here, I just want to make a note about how the timing is hilarious etc. It's not not hard, but I'm doing fine and I'm happy, I promise. My life-coping skills have improved significantly within the past year.) There's probably no need for a rant about procrastination, because it's nothing we haven't all said to ourselves at 3am ...
ACCOST: accost ep
This album encapsulates everything I love about music, asd;jal;sdfjls. I can't place it exactly in terms of genre, but I really think the sound is universally appealing. I'd call it, maybe, an effortless fusion between melodic indie rock and laid-back electronic beats, with clear, soaring vocals (female, if that matters to you) and evocative lyrics. Its soundscapes feel smooth, chilly, and bright, like a drive through the city on a spring evening.
A random string of thoughts -- I finally declared my major, after two and a half years of putting it off and/or outright forgetting, every time I was in the building with all the official forms; pretty anticlimactic, in the end. I am absurdly excited for S6 of Doctor Who. And for HBO's A Game of Thrones adaptation, because Lena Headey kicking ass is never not a good thing. I am not allowing myself to watch the season finale of White Collar until I finish all of my essays. I have to write ... four essays by next Friday, and then five more before May -- which I am trying not to think about -- which doesn't work because avoidance is definitely not the answer here. (Thank god for profs who are understanding about health issues and extensions. Sadly, the work doesn't just go away, you have to finish it sometime -- e.g. all within the span of two weeks, when your rheumatologist has pulled you off of your meds because they were making your hair fall out (AGAIN) and your pain levels are at 150%. Uh, pre-emptively: I don't want sympathy here, I just want to make a note about how the timing is hilarious etc. It's not not hard, but I'm doing fine and I'm happy, I promise. My life-coping skills have improved significantly within the past year.) There's probably no need for a rant about procrastination, because it's nothing we haven't all said to ourselves at 3am ...