Earth, Wind & Fire — September

Do you remember?

I hated September. As the leaves changed hundreds of miles north of me, so did everything around me. I’ve suffered more breakups, illness, loss of friends, death, accidents, screaming matches in a drafty apartment, overall pain than in any other month of the year. I have a notebook where I did the math on this. I made lists and carried the two and it’s a fact. September swept in and did not look over its shoulder. I kept my eyes down but felt it in my bones, the dread of things I couldn’t control.

I’m superstitious. I still hate September. I haven’t had a bad one since I was 21 but I’m always looking out of the corner of my eye for something, anything to happen. I remember too much. Maybe it’s not that things have stopped happening to me but that I’m not scared of the possibility of change. I’ve left people and things behind and grown, I know that I need less than I used to believe I did. Instead of letting things happen to me, I’m beating everything to the punch and doing it myself. I’m wary but ever hopeful. My glass is half full of something light colored so I won’t have a panic attack if it spills.

An Horse — Horizons

Sometimes you lay up like a map in front of me
Well, you know I have to go
But you know I’ll come home
And when I climb on my ship
I will call around
I believe in horizons now

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Lionel Richie — All Night Long

Rainy day Monday JAMMIN’ via/with michelle-said

The Unicorns — Jellybones

Remember when you were 19 and brokenhearted and you’d go to parties with people you barely knew and you’d spend the better part of an hour talking to a girl obsessed with Nick Diamonds who was going to go to Pop Montreal to see Islands even though she didn’t like Islands as much as the Unicorns (may they rest in peace) and her friend learned your name was Anaïs and so she drunkenly sang the Anniversary song of the same name and you’d sip bad beer to hide your grimace and talk to everyone yet say nothing and you’d take no one home with you and you’d drive home tipsy and wonder how the fuck you were supposed to find someone you actually wanted to stay home with?

This is love so we’ll survive.

The Lovin’ Spoonful — Summer in the City

see you for 6 weeks starting on saturday morning, nyc.

John Lennon — Watching the Wheels

(via enjoywontyou)

The Temptations — My Girl

The Ronettes — Be My Baby

The Foundations, Baby Now That I’ve Found You, Top of the Pops, ‘67

Broken Social Scene — Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.

Derek & the Dominos — Layla

Names my mom almost chose for me if she hadn’t gone with Anaïs:

1. Sigourney

2. Natasha

3. Phoebe

4. Vashti

5. Layla

At age 19, I thought I was being seduced by a girl named Layla who made me a mix cd and presented it to me in a cereal box shadow theater and made me a peanut butter sandwich picnic but it turns out she was just strange. I blame my mother and this song for the awkwardness associated.

Talking Heads | This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)

home is where I want to be but I guess I’m already there/if someone asks, this is where i’ll be.

Metric | Calculation Theme (via)

this brings to mind:

we are freaks in love,
hand in hand in the side show
while the cynics stare

I can only think
of the things I would tell you
in five-seven-five

Elton John | Candle in the Wind

Happy birthday, Ms. Monroe.

Ella Fitzgerald | It Had To Be You

Live at Crescendo, LA, ‘61-‘62

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