Cloudbusting

It’s the little pills behind thick bars, the hurling whites and blues, the sweet veins of consumption; It’s that hard plastic taste, those light strips, bright frost, this mundanity in bloom; It’s her rubberband cry, her satin march, her chorus of keening tongues; It’s walking home, breathing in, gilded heat.

Eight Days a Week: Sunday

Sunday While Sunday is technically the first day of the week, let’s be honest, it’s really the last, and some songs are all too aware of this fact. Etta James’s soulful “A Sunday Kind of Love”, No Doubt’s “Sunday Morning”, Lonely God’s “Sunday”, Earl Sweatshirt and Frank Ocean’s “Sunday”, and The Strokes’ “Why Are Sundays… Continue reading Eight Days a Week: Sunday

Eight Days a Week: Saturday

Saturday Saturday is, classically, the best day of the week. Surprisingly, not all Saturday songs are as upbeat as one might expect. Sure, there are a bunch of songs that frame Saturdays as celebrations. Elton John’s “Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)” off of his seminal record, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Khalid’s “Saturday Nights”, the 80’s… Continue reading Eight Days a Week: Saturday

A Look at Female Heroism (and Lack Thereof) in the Music of the Lumineers

by Maya Khesin I fell in love with the Lumineers’ music last summer, and this love and admiration only intensified when I was lucky enough to be able to go to their concert just a few weeks before the new strain of the coronavirus closed schools and businesses and certainly excluded the possibility of live… Continue reading A Look at Female Heroism (and Lack Thereof) in the Music of the Lumineers