nostalgia

Music is a vessel to hold our experiences, our many selves. It gives us words (and a drumbeat) for every moment of euphoria and every strain of heartbreak.

Yet behind that desire for the simplicity of the past are hidden political implications. With every era comes the political context behind it — the media we elect to intake may reflect a sense of rose-tinted denial about bygone days.

After spending the summer back in my childhood bedroom, the walls of my new apartment in Berkeley will seem uncharacteristically, almost blindingly white.

Granted I am 19 now and spending my days making fake phone calls to people who don’t exist would certainly raise some valid concerns. But those unburdened years — spent pursuing entirely made-up occupations from the comfort of my living room — seemed valuable to me.

Platonic love is a slow, sustained burn with bright flashes of color, like throwing salts into a fire. By necessity or otherwise, I think queer people have always known this

There are good odds that you brought over a few remnants of your childhood. It’s important to be able to get some utility out of these items — otherwise, it’s just additional junk you have sitting around in your living space.

Performing at the Great American Music Hall on Thursday Aug. 16, Clairo fell prey to the overrated hipster culture of 2018.

Head In The Clouds nails the carefree summer feel, and nostalgic sounds feature heavily. It’s a low-stakes, passably entertaining pop-rap album.