I'm Your Musical Boss

The return of the playlist.

Hello internet pals of music. Today we’re bringing back the playlist series no one noticed had stopped.

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I’ve been seriously neglecting this for a while.

I hoard a lot of music. Not because I’m greedy, or selfish, but because I’m patient. Too patient maybe. Patiently waiting for an audience to be big enough, or the moment to be just right, or I don’t know—just a dreamer wanting something to matter.

But, I really just have to share music. Some people cook for the people they love—I don’t actually know most of you, so I can’t say that I love you without being a fraud—but since I don’t cook confidently enough, I do this.

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I also understand that I have a tendency to be all over the place. My soundscape is a world where Miami Bass, Swedish Death Metal, Musique Concrete, an orchestra of frogs, and Haitian Rara all perfectly align. I look at the juxtaposition of objects and sounds as a way to jar your perception, a little jolt to remind you that you’re alive and not numbly stumbling through the world, occasionally biting down on your tongue just to feel something.

But I know sometimes you just want some jams. You want to vibe out or whatever. I’m pretty good at reeling it in, too. I just get so excited about music.

This week’s playlist is a mix of what I can imagine I’d play if I owned a small dinner club where people smelled like exotic woods and fruits, and had over-stamped passports but also may have grown up in 1970s Beirut and now run an import / export exchange. May have also lived in Berlin right after the wall came down. Definitely threw a warehouse party with friends and experimented with concoctions that allow you to stay up all night and dance. But also, that’s in their past and they now have lovely streaks of grey hair, and twinkles in their eyes, and want to just have a nice six hour dinner with friends and talk about art and life—even if they occasionally have to get up and dance a bit.

So, as much as I continue to think about permanently wiping away this whole silly and strange digital footprint, I’m also compulsively wanting to shine the light—just one more go ‘round, like the lighthouse keeper who can’t give up on a lost ship in rough seas.

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