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My man is looking so fierce in these glasses. And the song feels both like candlelight and sunshine. Play this for your girl if you have one.
Feb 17, 2025
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I love singing this song it gives the softest warmest longing, feels like being under sunlight in the late afternoon and I miss that very much right now
Feb 21, 2025
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You’ve heard of music, right? I love that stuff. And this is a really great piece of music recorded by The Rolling Stones in 1978, a special disco edit of their track Miss You (which is one of the sexiest songs ever made, in its own right). It’s got an amped up bassline, heightened drums, some extra vocal layers, extended guitar solos, and more keyboard groove than you know what to do with. Blues, Funk, Rock, and Disco, all under the same roof. Magic. (FYI: You can get song recs like this from me and a list of really amazing designers, artists, writers, photographers, chefs, and yes, occasionally musicians, on my new radio show Sound Radio.)
Jun 29, 2021
Smooth jazzy soft rock (or yacht rock if you prefer) at it’s absolute best. very under-appreciated. just a beautiful song about love and regret that stabs you straight in the heart.
Jan 26, 2024
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There's this one note on the app I fill with everything– from the most joy-inducing to the shortest happening– that matters to me.
Key word is sincerity. Anything that can catch you saying: "What a blessing it is to be alive!". It's thoroughgoing work but once you commit it's very rewarding to see the outcome. Your very own reflection in this world through what you notice. The sense that you're surrounded by proof of love, knowing that you belong in that space.
I go over it again and again perfecting it, I try to stay true and aware. My friends began theirs at my incentive, we share our findings together and it mutually gives us inspiration. I wish everyone made a list of what they love. I'm kickstarting the project.
Feb 17, 2025
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Recess in primary school: I hung from the metal spider web–whatever you call it–upside down, until my face would flush as bright as a ruby. The bells rang, the teachers gathered us in.
During class I noticed I lost the ring that my best friend Marie had given me cause we got along so well and easy. This ring bore a little ladybug, my lucky charm, and it was the only piece of jewelry I owned at 9 years old. It must've slipped out of my finger earlier, wiggling in the playground pretending to float, I thought. Once I put the pieces back together, recovering the ring became my top priority.
The next break was a race against the clock. Although the other kids running around got in my way, I could reach the spot and began scooping the pebbles with my hands. I turned the ground over–my nails and knees all dusty–I dug and dug and picked every rock in this square, but nothing. I was defeated.
The ring may still be here as of now, an artifact of where once great friendship took flight.
This story isn't an achievement of any kind, it isn't a staple in my life, just an anecdote among many. But it is how I wish to be remembered: a dear friend, arm-deep in the grime, trying to find something special, something shiny, a gift.
Thank you for the memories that your question brought up, given that I don't recall most of my childhood, it's a real brain twister (in a good way).
Feb 18, 2025
The Rhodes in Riders on the Storm (played beautifully by Ray Manzarek) turned the notes into delicate droplets of water. One of a kind sound, like a smooth lullaby. I saved a 115-hour-long playlist on Spotify containing only Fender Rhodes jazz and listen to it religiously. Praise the Rhodes.
Feb 17, 2025