I’ve been in a battle with music lately, I’m having a bit of a hard time relating to it the way I did before. Last night Terrence and I had a discussion about my detachment, he says its because I care less and am less invested. I feel like I’m trying harder than ever to be invested in it. I guess that’s the problem, it just doesn’t come natural anymore. This song is a good time though, I may not be amazed by it, I’m not listening to it on repeat or anything… but it certainly has earned its place as my favorite track from the month of February.

 
Grimes’ Oblivion

P.S. I’m a bit behind on these so I’ll be overloading you guy in the coming days with music posts. Sorry.

Riley’s soundtrack to her life, Year 3 in progress…
October | Intro
November | Take Care
December | Montreal
January | I Belong In Your Arms

This song is so sweet, I completely fell in love with it on the first listen. It was also just in time for Valentines day and I really love making little mixtapes for Valentines, score. Recently I’d been working on songs for Terrence and my wedding and all those Valentines mixes we made over the years are certainly coming in handy. This song will definitely have a place in my wedding playlist.

Chairlift’s I Belong In Your Arms…

P.S. I apologize for continuing to be behind on these… to be fair, I have been slacking all over.

Riley’s soundtrack to her life, Year 3 in progress…
October | Intro
November | Take Care
December | Montreal

Earlier today I wrote about how I feel disconnected from music lately. You’d think posting these monthly tracks would be a clear indicator that I stay in touch. Honestly, it’s pretty difficult to choose one song to represent each month. Not because theirs so many to choose from either. More than anything trying to guide Riley through life surrounded by better music has made me realize how far me and music have grown. I keep going back to the old standards that my parents raised me on, anythings better than Bieber.

The Weeknd’s Montreal…

P.S. I’m a few weeks late with this post, sorry. I’m terrible at being consistent.

Riley’s soundtrack to her life, Year 3 in progress…
October | Intro
November | Take Care

I’ve said this before but this week I’m becoming more consumed by the thought… Am I in a music rut because music has changed or have I? Lately I’ve been so thirsty for some mind blowing tunes that I’ve begun rummaging through my favorite albums from the aughts, mostly early to middle. This is certainly my favorite time for music, I haven’t been in love with anything as much since. I thought maybe as I got older I became more detached from the music scene, I go to less concerts, I spend less time listening. I still acquire copious amounts of music but rarely have the time to listen to any.

Today I had another thought about how growing up may have estranged me from music. When I was a younger all I did was sit in my room and listen to music, all day and night. I’d lay in my bed and listen. When I played video games music was on. Music was on when I surfed the interwebs. Music was on while my friends were over. I had a television set that was usually set to old cartoons on mute, my makeshift music videos. When I left the house I walked far distances or took long bus and train rides, always with my diskman handy and a case of cds in my back pack.

I’m not all that old, I’ll be turning twenty-eight in two months, so why isn’t music consuming me anymore? I think the problem is a lack of time alone with music. My bedroom only has a television now, it’s never on mute, I’m usually watching way too much Netflix. I don’t play video games anymore, or surf the web for hours. I don’t lay down with music playing, ever. I drive everywhere, usually with NPR on. This relationship may be lacking because of me. I somehow disconnected from music and I didn’t even notice that all of our quality time was gone.

Right now I’m wearing my headphones and trying to pay attention to the new music I’ve acquired, rather than just having it and never playing it. I’m listening to the much anticipated (I was looking forward to it) Lana Del Rey album… it kind of sucks. So maybe its both of our faults. Musicians and I are lacking, we really need to work on this for the sake of our children. I promise to make more time for you if you promise to be more awesome.

P.S. But seriously, this album is really bad. I still love the three songs on it that I previously gushed over, but that is all. Sad.

“For all of its coos about love and devotion, it’s the album equivalent of a faked orgasm– a collection of torch songs with no fire.” – Lindsay Zoladz (Pitchfork)

I really love this song, although I usually can’t hear it without having to follow up with the original Gil Scott-Heron song, I’ll take care of you, and then the Jamie Xx remix, let’s enjoy that as well, shall we. Here’s both versions.

Drake’s Take Care (Feat. Rihanna)

And then…

Gil Scott-Heron & Jamie XX’s I’ll Take Care of You

I saw M83 live once with Terrence back when we first started dating… I fell asleep a little. Back then it was just Anthony Gonzalez on a stage alone with a laptop and a drum machine… now he’s got a whole band and more to his music than ambient sounds… no fair, I call do-over.

M83′s Intro (featuring Zola Jesus)

I absolutely love this song. I think St. Vincent continues to get better with each album, which is nice since most artists are doing the opposite these days. I hope that has nothing to do with my getting older and it really just is the music industry. I don’t want to be that adult stuck in the music past. Fingers crossed.

St. Vincent’s Cruel…

Lana Del Rey’s Video Games

This song escaped me for months but I finally trapped it.  I first heard it back in August but couldn’t find it anywhere other than youtube.  This chick needs to release an album asap, hopefully it will be half as good as this single.

*****

Now that we’re fast approaching the terrible twos Riley is starting to remind me more and more of Animal from the Muppets. I’m thinking maybe I should incorporate more metal in her mix. I for sure will attempt to snag a photo of her morning afro soon enough so the reference will appear more clear. In the meantime, this is how we get fancy.

Meg would have never let this happen.