Sarah McLachlan’s ‘Surfacing’
My hopeless romantic streak started young—we’re talking second grade—so by the time I turned 12, I was well-versed in the high drama of longing. I’d...
Letting It All Sink In
The waters cresting against the shoreline of my personality have, for the past four months, been receding. I can’t even describe to you the size...
At the World’s End with Hurray for the Riff Raff and Adrianne Lenker
I cannot shake this mounting sense of finality. Things are bleak on several fronts—geopolitically, environmentally, technologically—and alongside those tremors come study after study showing the...
Pouring One Out for Pitchfork
Late one afternoon in mid-January, news about Pitchfork began trickling across Twitter before turning into a veritable flood. The screenshot initiating that outpouring captured a...
Agnes Obel’s “Familiar” and Fred again..’s “ten”
Right around the time in the northern hemisphere when the afternoons darkened far too early—shortly before the days began growing longer in the light—I found...
Land of Talk’s “It’s Okay”
Beginning in my early 20s, my experience of love became largely unrequited for a significant stretch of time. It seemed as though either I consistently...
Hiss Golden Messenger’s “Shinbone” and “Red Rose Nantahala”
Hiss Golden Messenger, the jam-heavy, indie folk-rock project from singer-songwriter MC Taylor, is one of my favorite bands for a number of reasons, including the...
Mahalia and Rosetta and Mavis
What dark times we’re inhabiting. Hope—once “the things with feathers,” per Emily Dickinson—increasingly feels as though it has stretched its glossy black wings and departed...
The Lineage Sound
I grew up moving around. Following my dad’s TV news career, we’d pick up and shift to a new city if not every year then...
Rilo Kiley’s “Silver Lining”
The more I come to understand confidence, the more I see it stemming from a lovely internal stillness. If lakes existed somewhere in the core...