This February was certainly full of ups and downs, and I believe most individuals in the New England area can agree that they’re glad to leave it behind. Naturally, that’s one of the motivating factors behind the title of my latest playlist Best of February: Say Goodbye. The scattered 31-song set opens with the reprise of Natalie Prass‘ excellent kiss-off track “Your Fool” and concludes with Kat Robichaud‘s extremely theatrical “The Long Kiss Tonight“.
While the goodbye theme wasn’t intentional, it eerily manages to creep in at other times with offerings like Tor Miller‘s “Hold The Phone“, CeCe Peniston‘s “Keep On Walkin’“, Butch Walker‘s “Afraid of Ghosts“, Makeshift Shelters‘ “(This Song Is Definitely Not About A Boy)” and rock legend Ronnie Spector‘s cover of “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory“. This could have been a subconscious response to a coworker’s departure for greener pastures, or perhaps a more symbolic “adios” to the dewy-eyed optimism that came with the new year. Nothing can be said for sure, except for the following:
• St. Vincent deserved her Grammy for Best Alternative Music Album, but it’s kind of outrageous that she wasn’t even nominated for Album of The Year.
• The Super Bowl was quite obviously won by Missy Elliott, and with news that she’s hopping back in the studio with Timbaland and Pharrell Williams, one can only hope that her comeback will be everything we’ve all been hoping for.
• The choreography in the new Florence + The Machine video is fucking incredible.
• Drake is a huge dork who raps about his mortgage, and I am 100% into it.
• I am pretty into the way Louise from Bob’s Burgers dances in that Sleater-Kinney video.
• During a karaoke night, this guy performed the Spice Girls’ “Say You’ll Be There“, and it was possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me… And while we’re on the topic of girl groups, I am a grown man that actually loves Fifth Harmony.
• It is rare that a day goes by when I don’t sing Deborah Cox‘s “Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here“, out loud or just in my own brain. I have sung it to my pets on more than one occasion, when they wind up in places they’re not supposed to be.
• Azealia Banks is nowhere near perfect, and it’s ridiculous that we expect her to be. Misogynist attitudes lead to her vilification, while male artists who are guilty of similar crimes are celebrated by the music industry. Note! Eminem continues to offer flimsy excuses for his persistent usage of the word “faggot”, and he has fifteen fucking Grammy Awards.
Along with forming these thoughts and listening to these tunes, I also spent the past month saying a bittersweet goodbye to an era of my life in which I dreamt of creating my own music. This resulted in the release of HISTORY, an album so surprising that it dropped seven to ten years after most of the material was recorded. Basically? I am Beyoncé.