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I don’t want to be cute.

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Arundhati Roy (1990s)

"Youth" by Ben Khan

This is not only Ben Khan’s best track yet. It is also his brightest and loveliest and such a perfect little surprise that is an early yet strong contender for Song of Summer. So excited by this new direction (though I think i’d love most anything he’s release). That chorus … haven’t heard an ear worm that good in so long. 

(Cloud)

Earlier:

"Savage"

"Eden"

I have begun to feel a deep connection to the broads of Broad City as I repeatedly marathon episodes late at night, unwilling to go to sleep to face the next day. Wondering what it means that this absurdist representation of early 20s friendship reminds me most of the place I am in right now: scattered, frantic, but still full of great, weird moments. 

Jiang Pengyi Everything Illuminates No.12, 9, and 10, 2012

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"No Rest for the Wicked" by Lykke Li

Should have known from her first album and the acute accuracy of “Little Bit” that she would continue to grow into one of my favorite songwriters. 

"Breadwinner" by BEA

At times, her voice reminds me of the haunted depths of Feist and My Brightest Diamond, two singers who shattered me (in the best possible way) when I was in my late teens. The lyrics and composition are smart and compelling, but sometimes a compelling voice is all that is needed to make a song truly shine. 

(Cloud)

"Small Hours" by Roosevelt

The breeziness of this makes me yearn for summer even more than before. In Roosevelt’s voice, I hear touches of 80s soft rock, Arthur Russell, Rhye, and – by extension – even Sade. It’s a small, lovely cover of John Martyn’s song that sounds as much of the past as the present. 

(FB)

I am unpacking episode 5 and 6 of My Mad Fat Diary.

I recently wrote an essay for a teen website about my experiences as a young dancer. Writing it was both cathartic and disturbing. I didn’t realize, more than 10 years later, how many things I had pushed down as if they never really happened and never really mattered. 

I’ve learned that life is a lot like high school if only because for most of us, we never escape the same patterns born during those years. We learn that those same traumatic situations are only dressed differently years later. The difference with time is learning how to see those things and make different choices. 

I made a quick post on Facebook about something one of my fellow dancers said back then. I soon got a flurry of messages from girls I knew and admired back then who were afraid it was them. We began discussing our current lives and our pasts. I apologized for being a raging bitch. I knew I was then, but felt justified. The only way I knew how to express my emotions back then was through cruelty. I felt I belonged nowhere and trusted no one, so I pushed people away in whatever manner possible.

The funny thing is that they also shared bits and pieces of what they were going through too. Looking back now, it made sense, but at the time, I could not see outside of myself. How could I? When you only know a brief part of the world, it is difficult to see anything else.

To me, that is what series 2 of My Mad Fat Diary is truly about. It is not about Finn or about body image or about friendship, not really. No, it is about how we see and why we see and what we see. It is about stories – the ones we tell ourselves and the ones the world tells us – and what we make of them. It is about our realities, how nothing is really as true as we think it is. You can never know anyone as much as you know yourself. But many times knowing ourselves and knowing our singular worlds can cause more damage in the end than what anyone else might say to us. 

Last year, I performed in the first 20x2CHI. The sessions originated at SXSW and Chicago was the first official outpost. I will be sharing a story at the next 20x2 in April (more details here). Until then, you can check out this clip from the first one. I come in around 17:30. The sessions theme was “How Could You…”

Anonymous asked: In your opinion, is it ever too late to become a writer and begin building a portfolio of work?

I truly don’t think so. I don’t know how old you are. I’m 26 years old. I used to think that it was too late for me to be successful and this was at age 23. The internet has a funny way of tricking you into thinking that everyone is more successful than you are. Some people break out when they’re young. For others, it takes more sweat and toil. That doesn’t mean their work is of lesser value.

Anonymous asked: I love that your most recent post is a notebook version of an upcoming essay. Do you hand write every one of your essays? I thought I was the only person to still do that!

I handwrite about 90% of my essays. I have a hard time just sitting in front of a screen. I’ve spent more time writing my thoughts and ideas with pen and paper than not. When I type essays, I always feel like I forgot something important, as if my mind doesn’t make as crisp of a connection. Even if I don’t write the entire essay by hand, I always outline and always do that by hand. Nothing else makes sense. 

New essay in the works.

"Better" by TEEN

Been listening to this one a lot, pretending that warmth is just around the corner and not some faraway fantasy. It’s a year old, but sounds older and fresh at the same time. That kind of simple classic indie pop that almost always translates. It’s the sound of youth and summer, basically.