So I’m saying thank you. Summer’s just around the corner and I literally cannot wait. New car. Just bought a new bike. NEW ADVENTURES.
A couple days ago, my good friend asked me to share with her a list of the 15 albums that have stuck with me the most throughout the years. I was happy to compile a list for her. It really wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. The following is that list in chronological order. So, in effect, the following is representative of my musical evolution.
These albums are timeless for me, for various reasons. I can literally picture myself listening to them way back when.
Oasis – What’s the Story Morning Glory (The first album I can recall falling in love with).
Cranberries – No Need to Argue (Zombie – need I say more?)
Destiny’s Child – The Writing’s on the Wall (I was obsessed with this entire album).
Alicia Keys – Songs In A Minor (I wanted to be like her and felt really cool because we had the same name).
Coldplay – Parachutes (My mom introduced me before they were popular. I feel like people always say things like this, but it’s true, she really did).
OC – Mix 1 (Seriously. And all the other ones, too).
Tegan and Sara – So Jealous (I can remember listening to this in high school and thinking that musically I really knew what was up).
Metric – Old World Underground, Where Are You Now
Postal Service – Give Up (I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving this one).
Robyn – Body Talk
Ellie Goulding – Lights
The National – High Violet (An old friend/ bandmate introduced me. At first I hated it. Then I fell in love).
Born Ruffians – Red, Yellow and Blue (I toured with this band twice, so this easily could be the excitement, but I listened to this ALL THE TIME afterwards. Every song is good).
The Weeknd – House of Balloons
Frank Ocean – Nostalgia, Ultra (His lyrics).
…I did. If you’ve had one of those days where you’ve lost all faith in humanity (I think we all have) then you need to watch this. It’s beautiful and will make you cry – in the very best way.
Here’s an article by Lauren Martin called You Don’t Have To Be Rich In Your 20s: How Much Money You Should Actually Be Making. I found it via my friend’s Facebook. Read it, and be at peace. Girl’s got a point.
“Money makes the world go round. Money makes your house warm and your teeth clean. Money covers your feet and feeds your belly. Money awards freedom and issues respect. Money gives you life.
Money also puts you in chains. Money keeps you shackled against the grain. It keeps you confined to tedious jobs and daily routines. It makes you scared to leave and terrified to die. It broadens your horizons while confining you to four walls and water coolers. It makes you scornful and petty. It makes you selfish and cheap.
Money is the only thing that can give you freedom while taking it away. It turns men blind, thinking it gives them sight. It destroys relationships and families as quickly as it creates them. It’s a necessity we live with that becomes the only thing worth living for.
It’s the root of all evil, the doer of all good and the very thing that defines our existence. We secure it in boxes and show it off in the form of new shutters and Cadillacs.
We buy watches and purses to hold our money. We go to school to learn how to turn money into more money.
Money is an acquaintance with which you should only give a passing nod. It’s not your best friend nor your family. It’s a stranger you’re forced to reckon with. It’s that man on the corner who yells at you to pay him attention, if only for a second.
Money should be a friendly thing that helps you live, to give you the freedom you can’t get without it. It should be appreciated but never worshiped. You should be able to let it go as easily as you take it.
It should be used to help you fulfill your dreams and to just get by. You should learn to struggle with it and strive with it. It’s a necessity, but it’s not everything.
It’s the small part of your life that forces you to follow the crowd, to do what you don’t feel like doing, just so you can be alone with a bottle of wine and a new book.
Your life is for living, not for saving every cent. It’s for enjoying the fruits of your labor and dying without a penny to your name. Life isn’t about bank statements and fortunes, but collections of experiences and daily struggles that make you who you’ll become.
In your twenties and thirties, it’s not about fancy clothes and dinners. It’s about roughing it to get to that concert and swindling your way into shots at the bar. We’re not supposed to be making a lot of money because we don’t need a lot.
In case you’re still not sure, here’s how much money you should be making:
You should be making enough money to buy your own groceries, to think that bread is overpriced and milk and cheese will go the furthest for your buck.
You should be making enough to have your own apartment, shared with one, two or three others.
You should be making enough to eat, but never feel completely full.
You should be making enough to go out once a week and get drunk enough to cab it home, but worry about affording brunch the next morning.
You should be making enough to buy wine for $12 a bottle.
You should be making enough to never feel poor but have to wonder what it’s like to have money.
You should be making enough to have a bed but never a headboard.
You should be making enough to sleep on sheets but never a full thread count.
You should be making enough to go to bars, but not without pregaming just a little.
You should be making enough to feel like you can do anything, but know it’s all really nothing.
You should be making enough to be able to travel the world but never see the inside of a hotel.
You should be making enough to buy coffee in the morning but lament how expensive it’s become.
You should be making enough to go shopping but return everything you buy because you really don’t need new clothes.
You should be making enough to go to the movies, but only when it’s something you HAVE to see.
You should be making enough to smoke weed but worry about where your next eighth will come from.
You should be making enough to travel on trains but never in style.
You should be making enough to eat lobster, but only when in Maine.
You should be making enough to buy a car, but only because it’s falling apart and you’re gonna use it to travel across states.
You should be making enough to go to the Plaza, but only to sit in the lobby for drinks.
You should be making enough to buy yourself some new shoes, but only because they’re for a once-in-a-lifetime date.
You should be making enough to take a woman out to dinner but eat in for the next few nights.
You should be making enough to order takeout, but only if it’s the lunch special.
You should be making enough to buy a new computer, but only because you are going to write a best-selling novel.
You should be making enough to own a cat, but only feed it dry food.
You should be making enough to pick up the check, but only because they’d do it for you.”
The most star-studded selfie in the history of ever. Warms my heart and brings me joy.
Ellen, you did good.
I’m fairly in love with Ellen. In my eyes, the woman can do no wrong. Like here, where she brings out an assortment of pizzas (meat and veggie options, of course) for the celebrity audience at tonight’s Academy Awards. Thanks, Ellen, for all that you do.
No one asked me to. At all. That was a lie.
…But on the realz, I felt (with my whole entire heart) that I should share this.
It’s come to my attention that not enough people know about BANKS. And that’s a problem. ‘Cause she’s fricking awesome. When I first heard her, she was described to me as “a female version of The Weeknd.” Upon listening, I came to complete agreement with that statement, which is funny because I recently found out she’s become his opening act.
Anyways, if you haven’t yet been graced with her musical stylings, meet Banks.
The following are my fav songs from her London EP. Click/ listen/ enjoy.
This Is What It Feels Like:
And last but not least, Change:
I’m going to Coachella for the first time this year. Flights are cheap from BC so I figured “why the hell not?” She’ll be there. I CANNOT WAIT.
Seriously important fact about me: I’m into music. I play it and I listen to it, because it’s extremely good for my soul.
Here’s the deal. I want to start POSTCODE-ING my favourite songs. Much like the blog in its entirety, I want nothing about this endeavour/ process to be pretentious. I’m not going to review music – that’s not what this is. That’s not what I’m about. I’m simply looking to share with you the artists and songs that feed my soul/ make me dance/ make me feel feelings.
Hopefully they do the same for you.
Below is a song I legitimately cannot stop listening to. The band is WET and the song is “YOU’RE THE BEST.” Listen to it. Ten bucks says you’ll hit repeat.
The song is from their EP entitled “THE WET EP.” How appropriate.
Want more? Thought so. I found an orgasmic (pun very much intended) remix of another one of their EP’s gems, so here you are. Thanks, Branchez.
“Don’t wanna be your girl” – Branchez Remix.
HOW GOOD ARE THEY? SERIOUSLY.
If you liked the first two, I’m assuming you probably want to go looking for more, so don’t even worry about it. I’ve hooked you up below.
Come back again soon for more. Because I’ll surely have some.