Category: Garage Rock

driving in the suburbs late at night

But not too late because curfew. Suggested talking points, none of which we actually want to write about here, include:

  • the idea of going somewhere differently for growth and then returning to the place you were in before, but different now
  • songs you associate with listening to while driving a car when you actually have very few experiences listening to songs in a car because you live in one of the only walkable cities in america
  • rehearsing coming out speeches
  • living in a different suburb, the wide gap between driving to escape and driving to go home, under the umbrella of driving whilst being alive
  • living with a Stigmatized Mental Illness™️
  • the time between thanksgiving and christmas
  • songs becoming inextricably tied by memory to particular times, whether that be stage of life or a season of year. are these inherently nighttime songs? is the suggestion of a collection of songs being nighttime songs conveyable or inextricable from the personal experience realm?
  • changing so much and learning so much about yourself, and the idea of bringing that to a group of people that only know the Carefully Constructed Identity built to not invite too many questions, which is confusing, difficult
  • the chicagoland area
  • what even is a fulfilling life
  • changing the soundtrack between the drive somewhere and the drive back

how is it still working hours

A sometimes lighter, sometimes spookier version of a deep dark white noise work music playlist than I Hide Down In My Corner Because I Like My Corner. A heavier, screamier version of a noisy rock work music playist than Firefly Was Always Bad. Just to add to the trash garbage lore.

RIYL genres with “post-” in the name, upsetting art, three metal songs in a row that all have the same riff, brief reprieves, you watched half of Chainsaw Man, a second wind on an uninteresting afternoon

apple picking ~vibes~

A more subjective, sensory one. The sound of the reprieve from the heat, the melancholy of the impending cold, and the post-irony of renting a car and driving upstate to pick apples and hope that you see the changing colors of the trees but will probably not manage to time correctly.

A blend of garage, blues, and indie rock, folk, with a lil bit of pop and hip-hop that I maintain sound inseparable from trying to remember where you stored your sweaters that were unthinkable just a few days ago.

Did you know that Apple Music has a playlist called “Vibes”. Just “Vibes”. What kind of vibes? What are neutral, pure vibes? This is to say that it is perhaps debatable what music is appropriate for apple picking, but this has not stopped Apple from determining what music is appropriate for VIBES.

update: This playlist is supposed to start with Amy Winehouse’s “Valerie (’68 Version)”, which over the years has endlessly gone on and off of Spotify. Sammie and I have real mixed feelings on using Spotify for Trash Garbage! How feasible is a project like Trash Garbage in 2021’s internet not using the most centralized platform available? What compromises must we make to play in this space?