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Green Rabbit

Sometimes, other people’s love of the music you’re playing is only a side effect of the feeling you get from playing that music for yourself.
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The Soundtrack of My Childhood

Cutting Room Floor

I found out on the train ride home from Lake Tahoe, where I had spent the weekend. In honor of him, I listened to his music on shuffle, old and new, Highway Companion to Damn the Torpedoes, and watched golden fields of fried grass and stark black cows run past my window. “Square One” consoled me as I traced streams into orange forests. “Rebels” scored the train’s trek across a Sacramento bridge. Tom Petty was dead, and I wasn’t crying. I was remembering.
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Our TV Club

Mind the Gap

My mom gave me a lot of advice; advice from an infallible person is hard to say no to. But from Berkeley, I didn’t have to say no — she wasn’t there to record the shows.
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The Dance Floor

Mind the Gap

I’ve listened to it from front to back, each minute dragging a volumetric feeling with it, and I don’t need to remember its name to love it.
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For Kyle, who changed the movies I love

Mind the Gap

Kyle’s excitement made my heart flutter. The movie was his — he sent me blocks of exclamation marks and little hearts, unwittingly coloring in magic marker hues over my tangle of nerves.
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Septembre days

Mind the Gap

So, my friends have taken it upon themselves, and my life has filled up with teachers who explain why the subject they’re teaching is important.
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A booty call to theater

Cutting Room Floor

I didn’t need a big part in every show, or even in most shows — but I think the parts you gave me were a symptom of our incompatibility.
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An illustration of columnist Annalise Kamegawa.

Annalise: Annalise

At This Point

The exposure to such a vast amount of creative work has played a really crucial part in this Quest to Understand Myself™.
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