The Best Of April 2015


In the interest of looking on the bright side, let’s just say that April has been a month of new beginnings. It started off with the simplest, most superficial thing like leaving my mustache behind in March for a fresh new start on my face… And then, without any warning, I found myself pushed off the plank into a circling pit of crocodiles known as the “job market”. Six years of my professional life dissolved into absolutely nothing right before my eyes, and once I managed to get past the point of staring at ceilings with an overwhelming sense of numbness, my brain entered the next phase in which I found myself so excited (yet so scared) by the overwhelming range of possibilities the future had to offer.

As usual, if you listen closely enough, you might be able to hear those feelings echoed during certain points within my latest playlist “Best of April 2015: How Will You Make It“. It follows a similar structure to my January, February and March editions—three to four new(ish) songs leading into a flashback, with that pattern repeated over and over again as needed. Should you happen to be the type of person who wants to know what they’re getting into before hitting the play button, you can view the full tracklist here.

The title of is, of course, a reference to Outkast’s 1994 Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik single “Git Up, Git Out“, which perhaps provides the most obvious parallel to the circumstances that inspired this playlist (or at the very least, more of an obvious parallel than Hilary Duff’s latest offering “Sparks“, a track so punchy and addictive that I won’t even insult its dignity by referring to it as a mere guilty pleasure).

And, uh, that’s all folks! If you need me, I’ll be waiting around somewhere for the metaphorical May flowers that all these metaphorical April showers are supposed to bring upon us. Please pray to the Supreme Goddess Angela Lansbury that some good news falls into my lap ASAP, or else I might get stir-crazy and make more listicles about #DogsThatDrive.


The Best Of March 2015


With every year that passes, it seems like March forgets that it’s supposed to go out like a lamb. Although the past month managed to sprinkle in a few highs amidst the lows—such as the dancing biscuit in this ridiculous music video—my creative endeavors, in particular, were tarnished by this overwhelming sense of stagnation and hopelessness. The optimism brought on with the new year faded away at an alarming rate, and I really needed that frickin’ lamb to burst out from the clouds, wave its hoof around and tell me to “Get my life right!” in an adorably sassy lamb voice.

So, yeah, you can blame that stupid lamb for the delayed delivery of my latest monthly playlist! All two and a half of you who actually bother reading this blog can listen to the “Best of March 2015: I Would Like To Get To Know” on Spotify. (Meanwhile, I’ll be curled up in the fetal position, worried that TIDAL will take over the world just moments after I hit the “publish” button on this post, rendering this playlist more irrelevant than it already was in the first place.)

The title of this set is, of course, a reference to the opening line of Brandy’s 1994 R&B hit “I Wanna Be Down“, a song which appears twice on the playlist—once as a sample on Le Youth’s “R E A L” and another time in its original form, acting as a reprise much later. While Charlie Belle’s “Get To Know” offers a bit of a lyrical overlap, the theme pretty much disintegrates beyond that point. This is basically just a collection of music I happened to like within this given time period, organized in a sequence that may or may not be pleasant for your eardrums.

And, yes, the cover art does inexplicably feature Chloë Grace-Moretz shouting with blank white spaces replacing her eyes, as she’s smothered by the lyrics to Céline Dion’s “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now“. It’s a pretty accurate visual representation of how I felt when that stupid lamb didn’t show up on time.

The Best Of February 2015


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.

Something” by The Willowz makes me think of Mark Ruffalo in his underwear, and that is a very, very good thing that we should all think about as often as possible.

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.

Ne-Yo and I had a conversation on Twitter, and now we’re officially best friends forever.

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.