30 Days of Music
I’m going to try and do the impossible in July (well, impossible for me, at least): I am going to write here every day. Via Matt Sheret (via Sarah Jaffe via Love and Zombies), I present to you:
30 Days of Music
Day 01: My favorite song
Day 02: My least favorite song
Day 03: A song that makes me happy
Day 04: A song that makes me sad
Day 05: A song that reminds me of someone
Day 06: A song that reminds me of somewhere
Day 07: A song that reminds me of a certain event
Day 08: A song to which I know all the words
Day 09: A song to which I can dance
Day 10: A song that makes me fall asleep
Day 11: A song by my favorite band
Day 12: A song by my least favorite band
Day 13: A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14: A song that no one would expect me to love
Day 15: A song that describes me
Day 16: A song that I used to love but now hate
Day 17: A song that I hear often on the radio
Day 18: A song that I wish I heard on the radio more often
Day 19: A song from my favorite album
Day 20: A song that I listen to when I’m angry
Day 21: A song that I listen to when I’m happy
Day 22: A song that I listen to when I’m sad
Day 23: A song that I want played at my wedding
Day 24: A song that I want played at my funeral
Day 25: A song that makes me laugh
Day 26: A song that I can play on an instrument
Day 27: A song that I wish I could play on an instrument
Day 28: A song that makes me feel guilty
Day 29: A song from my childhood
Day 30: My favorite song at this time last year
Of course, this being me, there will be certain rules. One is that, even though some technically fit multiple categories (hell, almost all of the songs I’m going to write about could fit under “songs to which I know all the words”), I am only going to use each song once. For that matter, I’m only going to use each musician or group once. Much like my mixtapes, if someone has a side project, it won’t be automatically disqualified, but I’m going to take a harder look if this is the case.
I hope to surprise and delight with my song selections. Unfortunately, my musical taste has become largely homogenized by years of crushing disappointment in the music industry and my own pseudo-hipster ennui. So most likely no one will be surprised at all.
Luckily, I don’t care about any of that!
Good luck sir!
Eat a dick, you hipster faggot.