You Say The City Brings You Down
At the beginning of what has felt like an eternal quarantine, I offered myself solace by thinking about my eventual return to the home I’ve found at Kenyon. As much as I love my home town, I’ve become my favorite version of myself as a result of my departure. Over the past few years, it’s become harder to define myself here, as I feel more separate from the self that I was before Kenyon. Still, as we’ve been stuck in these little pockets of memory, what was there to do but make peace with it?
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Love Songs/Drug Songs: A playlist of heartache and intoxication
When I used to only listen to punk rock and drink vodka out of water bottles, I hated love songs so much that I got John Mayer banned from being played at the restaurant where I worked. Instead of “waiting on the world to change,” I got all of my friends to come in and write complaint cards about how everything was incredible except for the amount of John Mayer they’d been subjected to. After about a week, I never had to listen to that damn song again.
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sneaky heart
7:31: How many times have you fallen in love during quarantine? No matter the answer: oh, that’s too bad.
7:31: Hold up, lemme take a sip of my iced coffee.
7:32: Okay, we’re back.
7:35: Ouch. My brain. My little frozen heart, warming.
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chaotic neutral energy
Well, in case you live under a rock, I’m here to tell you that the world has collapsed into chaos. It’s week #172539 of quarantine and each day seems to bring a new disaster. Now, all of my days are essentially melding into one like an absurd adaptation of Groundhog Day.
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in lieu of a last show
my final post and contribution to wkco
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Songs From The Hill
Music is my internal metronome. During times of disjunction and displacement, when nothing but uncertainty stares back at me with its large, deep, black eyes, I find myself turning to music time after time. When feeling overwhelmed, the songs tell me to sink into my emotions and to give myself time to fully process everything. Music has always helped to remind me of all of the incredible (and sometimes not so incredible) things that I’ve endured on and off the hill that have made me into who I am today.
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staff picks from quarantine
We’re just as stuck as you are, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still listening to music. Here’s a small slice of what the writers have sent in: hope you enjoy!
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february '20
I’ve been putting off writing. Too busy feeling a lack of motivation these past few weeks while away from the place and the people I love most. Instead of giving the world another melancholy playlist full of dance bops– I want to share the 9 songs I listened to in February when we were last on campus together
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Tokyo Police Club Starter Pack
I started listening to Tokyo Police Club when I was in eighth grade. One of my closest friends was then (and still is now) constantly invested in discovering new and/or little known alternative music. I’ve never quite understood the success behind his methods. He dives down Spotify rabbit-holes and commits to them wholeheartedly, listening to entire albums and artist repertoires. After settling on a few particularly special ones, he listens to them over and over again—in the car while driving, in his walks between classes, during class, alone in bed, or even surrounded by people at parties. He is always discovering, always listening, and sometimes letting himself fall inside the music completely—giving way to it.
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