I’m an obsessive listener. If I like an album, often with a moody guitar and melancholic lyrics, I will play it a few days in a row. When I’m not listening, the songs are stuck in my head. Then I try to push it on someone else. Songs sent over text, then follow-ups requesting their opinion, only if it aligns with mine. Many a car ride have been monopolized by my insistence on listening to my current favorite album, a hazardous game when the sad-girl genre I frequent has the potential to make mos...
Published on April 06, 2025 15:48