Let’s talk about 2014. I don’t have a memory like I used to, and I don’t write like I used to, but music is memory so here is the year in songs.
It is winter, and a little like hibernation. I have a dream about “I Will Buy You a New Life.” I study calculus to The Lawrence Arms and when it is above ten degrees fahrenheit, which is what I deem ‘warm enough,’ I walk home to the Against Me! album.
I listen to “Kids Again” on the way to a biodiversity field trip where I am taught how to wear snowshoes.
I take my biology midterm the day that I listen to The Wonder Years for the first time. There are three hundred people in the room but I finish first and walk out, already cuing up “We Could Die Like This.”
I spend Reading Week on the computers in the GIC, listening to YG and Angel Olsen and watching the snow come down outside.
The R5 album hits me during exams and I take breaks in studying to walk up and down the stairs of Burnside, breathing.
I spend a solid week on the sixth floor of McLennan studying for biology and I put a lot of songs on repeat but I am hard-pressed to remember what any of them sound like. The Neon Trees album? MSMR? What?
I put on the Cher Lloyd album as my mother and I track yard sales and the 5 Seconds of Summer album as I drive to and from work.
At some point I get emotional in a Rite Aid because it’s playing “A Long December.”
My co-intern and I listen to “Cut Her Off” a lot running soil samples. Some days she’s not there. Once I play “Believe Me” like fifteen times in a row, but sometimes when I’m tired it’s just “Use Me” over and over like it’s 2013 again, spinning around in a rolling chair.
I go biking down by the river listening to Teen Wolf dubstep fanmixes. I get into country radio with my coworkers. I watch the music videos on MTV and VH1 and Palladia every morning as I eat breakfast so I have to see “Am I Wrong” one million times. Also “Morocco.”
I start blurbing sometimes for the Singles Jukebox, which means I get to download a lot of mystery stuff based on the names. This is how I meet Tkay Maidza.
I hear the Tove Lo album for the first time as I am trying to fall asleep during a lakes class field trip. I run through NDG to Betty Who, especially “Glory Days,” also “Came Out Swinging” on repeat. I lose my mind about Taylor Swift and Sam Hunt. At some point I stop reading music criticism because I can see where they’re wrong, which is almost everywhere.
The D’Angelo album comes out and I realize that literally no one I know has ever heard of D’Angelo.