Howdy partner,
Grab your cowboy hat, your chaps, your spurs, and buck up for the saddest playlist East of the Mississippi. This is a playlist for all the cowboys out there who have lost their partners and are traveling by their lonesome through the wild, wild West we call life.
Read MoreAt 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?
Read MoreWhen 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.
Read More7:31: 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.
Read MoreWell, 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.
Read Moremy final post and contribution to wkco
Read MoreMusic 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.
Read MoreWe’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!
Read MoreI’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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