Hey guess what, I have been and continue to be physically unable to write about what I said I was gonna write about. (My past, present, and future travels.) (Because, y’know, COVID.) (The world is in crisis and so am I.) (We simply love to be in crisis for a year. How much more can we collectively take?)
Anyway, I was just looking through my old capital-N Notes on my laptop and found a list of blog post ideas from literally 3 years ago. I didn’t actually… follow through on any of them because I’m useless, and my brain is where creativity and ambition go to die. But this one seems just low-effort enough I might be able to pull it off! Maybe even become a healthy coping mechanism for my overwhelming combination anxiety/ennui??? (I’m at the anxiety, I’m at the ennui, I’m at the combination anxiety/ennui!)
Hopefully you can read, so you’ve seen the title of the post and you know what’s going on. My brainstorm Note said: “track of the week: presented by spotify (not rly presented by spotify), a series.” So that’s what this is. The first Track of the Week. Spotify please sponsor me you are literally the only reason I get out of bed in the afternoon. (Yes, afternoon.)
I like music. I know, I’m so crazy and unique and mysterious. I’m not like other girls… I like music. It’s so hard to be so cool and to have obscure interests such as music. I’m so bold to be so unapologetically me. I like music, okay!! BUT I don’t know anything about it. I’m currently trying to learn bass, so maybe one day I will know something about music. Oh, how’s that going? Thanks for asking! You’re so sweet. Not well. ❤ I have really short, dainty, weak little shrimp fingers. I think it’s gonna take me a while to train my bitchass fretting fingies to fret well. Is fret a verb in the bass community? If you have any cool (free) tips or resources for learning bass, I am begging you to slide into my DMs.
The point is, I currently do not know anything about music. Don’t expect nuanced or thoughtful analysis here. This is mostly for me to reflect back on. Probably it should just be a Spotify playlist or a Google Doc. But I can’t seem to stop myself from oversharing on the internet, so here we are.
FIRST EVER TRACK OF THE WEEK: Shy – Hether (2019)
I was listening to my Discover Weekly last night at 1am. Lying: on my bed. Lights: off. AirPods: Pro. Volume: up. Disco light: on. (I recently got a $13 disco light from Amazon. I was in the middle of a mental breakdown. It was a spontaneous and desperate buy. It’s been 5 days and I truly cannot imagine my life without this disco light. There was Sophie Before Disco Light and now there is Sophie After Disco Light. Out of my flop era and into my disco light era. I’m excited to announce that money can indeed buy happiness. And it’s only $13!)
So this track. It was buried in the middle of the playlist, usually a no man’s land for fresh finds. But this was love at first listen. It’s boppy but wistful. Soft but cool. Dreamy. It made me feel warm, but then lonely. Because it brings me back to that sweet, queasy feeling when you have a crush on someone. But I was living at home and then the pandemic started and I continued to live at home and then I moved to New York but it’s still a pandemic… so I have not felt that feeling in so, so long. I want to have a crush! I want to have a crush so bad!! I want to feel the way this song makes me feel but for real!!
If you want to know more about LA-based artist Hether (like I did when I first heard this song), check out his Instagram, Twitter, or this interview with Flaunt Magazine. And also the rest of his discography. (The EP Shy is from and a recently released album!) He honestly doesn’t miss.
Okay that’s my first Track of the Week. Can’t wait to see what next week brings!!
kiss kiss
bisou bisou
xx
P.S. I kind of glossed over the fact that I moved to New York, huh. A year after I got back from Australia. Two years after I left for Australia. To the day. November 9. I had to cancel all my backpacking plans and hopes and dreams… for obvious reasons. So now I’m living in the East Village with 2 friends from college. In this economy? Yes. Unemployed? Also yes. I’m currently seeking gainful employment. (Or a mysterious windfall that allows me to live life free from the shackles of labor????) Turns out it’s kind of hard to find a job when you spent the year after graduation getting drunk in Australia and then the year after that getting sober with your parents. Who knew? Last time I tried to write a life update I ended up sobbing and typing out the angstiest rant that, while cathartic, was not remotely publishable. Even for me. So instead we all get this brief footnote at the bottom of a post where I pretend to talk about music but mostly just say how lonely and starved for attention I am. Because for some reason that’s better?
reina snophia 