4/21/23 4/21/23

2023)

The Mrs. Featherbottom hole goes deep.

3/31/23 3/31/23

Songs of the Week 03/31/2023

Mostly about Netflix's Dark, with some songs in between, maybe.

3/24/23 3/24/23

Songs of the Week 03/24/2023

I pray for Jim Noir's sanity every night in my little Family Circus jammies.

3/18/23 3/18/23

Selling Songs in One Sentence! | Songs of the Week 03/17/2023

Because I'm too cheap to skip a week without Wordpress stats dopamine.

3/11/23 3/11/23

Songs of the Week 03/10/2023

Would you hit the insidious, shrouded figure's hookah? Let me know in the comments! Like and subscribe! Smash that bell!

3/4/23 3/4/23

Songs of the Week 03/03/2023

in my lowercase indie girl era, bopping to Fiona Apple Feist boygenius at the King Soopers

2/26/23 2/26/23

Songs of the Week 02/17/2023 (coming to you from 02/24/2023)

Cage the Elephant curiosity was not on my 2023 bingo card, but neither was war with China, so...

1/26/23 1/26/23

Songs of the Week 01/27/2023

Dan Zanes is the realest motherfucker, no question.

1/21/23 1/21/23

Songs of the Week 01/20/2023

Only the spiciest posts for my most loyalest parasocial Toddlings.

1/13/23 1/13/23

Songs of the Week 01/13/2023

I may write like a sadboy, but I refuse to be the saddest boyest out there. "Heart-Shaped Box" was almost on this list, you know. I spared you all from that. Nihilistic ennui is overrated. Like, maybe ennui should all go touch some grass. Ever think about that?

1/4/23 1/4/23

Songs of the Week Annual Review 2022 (Because Someone Needs To Keep Spotify Honest)

I figured now was as good an opportunity as any to enter my own dark horse into the streaming music recap race—a real homegrown replay/wrapped situation. So, as 2022 comes to a close (four days into 2023), let's take a look back at the music that defined my year, and that probably didn't define yours, but here you are, reading about it. Don't think about it too much.

12/30/22 12/30/22

Songs of the Week 12/30/2022

Buckle up, kids, I'm airing out all of my flammable takes while we're still in holiday limbo so I can start this new year pure and angelic. The puffy, white, cartoon gloves are off, and honestly, they're not going back on, because that character design harkens back to blackface performances. Did you know that? Yea. I just shotgun sprayed your childhood, and I'm not even sorry for it. That's right, yea, and this is just the beginning. Ten-thirty, no mercy.