By Annie Bryan
“The birds singing
The sun rising
As I wait for you”
-“Darling,” Real Estate
Good morning to anyone looking to grow and foster closer friendships. If you’re a tender human being with friends you want to show your appreciation for, consider a friend-specific accumulation of songs as your generation’s Hallmark greeting card. Here’s my big pitch. Enjoy, drones.
There is little evidence for or against the intentionality and thoughtfulness of curating music for a friend. A gift without cost, playlists tell your pal that you care about who they are and what makes their ears happy in a way that shows them that you’re thinking of them.
Welcome to the new way of saying “hi” to people in college, an environment where you may not have time for even your best friends. The intentions for curating relationships and good vibes amongst peers found within making a playlist for them goes a long way. How many times have you intended to put a coffee date on your calendar with a friend? Made dinner plans and had to cancel because something else came up?
Have no fear, comrade. A cryptic and thoughtful Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud or (to heck with it) 8tracks playlist is the way to go. No need for CD copies, records, or tapes. Playlists are whimsically intangible. Revel in their lack of experience of the third dimension. Raise a fist to physics and rejoice. While you’re at it, realize that music doesn’t follow the useless rules of time, or Google Calendar, or class schedules, or office hours. Toss your playlist to a friend via hitting that soft share through text button while you pass them on campus.
Better yet, here’s an entire list of extremely valid scenarios as a moodboard for when you can shoot a love-filled playlist to a friend in your college-compounded lifestyle:
We’re about to unload on a whole new messy and semi-productive semester, and I hope your hectic and terrible next four months are filled with as much intentionality, fellowship, and tenderness as possible.
From one person with friendships to another, from one student with friends living in Europe to another, from one surviving human being to another, let’s just get super close to people this semester. Share a friend your deepest darkest secrets via symbolism-stuffed lyrics. What do your ears think of when you think of your one special, mega-platonic friend? Let them know. Let the world know.
bY tOM bERGAN
“Your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance, Well then they’re no friends of mine.”
-Men Without Hats c. 1982
Picture this scenario: a great tune is playing, either at a show or a party, and you have an uncontrollable urge to dance. Dance, in this context, is incredibly broad. Maybe it’s a yearning to tap a foot. Maybe the idea of starting a mosh pit has presented itself. Maybe the idea of simply flailing around in “dance” while not caring seems appealing in that moment. Regardless of the urge, it is repressed, due to the lack of movement of everyone else in that moment.
This universal occurrence is never a fun one to experience. A crossroad is presented, and it seems that neither answer is right. On one hand, one can be ‘too cool’ for movement and restrict themselves to a light head bop while their arms are crossed. On the other, the risk is run at being “intrusive” of others’ space and might garner some elbows or shoves sent in the direction of the individual braving movement.
Heck, I used to be that guy. I did not dance under any circumstance. A phenomenal concert would get no more out of me than an occasional head bop and leg tap. Normally I was, as Arcade Fire too accurately sang, one of the “kids still standing with their arms folded tight.” I couldn’t tell you why, it was just a thing.
Suddenly, sometime around two years ago, my perspective changed. I realized that if an individual is at a show and not dancing, they are not doing that show the right way. It does not matter whether it’s a punk, ska, or indie show, dancing always enhances a concert experience. Even at a show like Julien Baker or S. Carey, where the artist is incredibly somber and introspective, there’s room for a light sway that is still very much dancing.
So, in this new year of 2018, I implore you to simply say “Yes to Dancing.” Say yes to dancing at a party when your bop comes on, because there is absolutely no reason to hold in that urge to bust out a move or two. Say yes to stealing the aux and starting the dance party with an irresistibly catchy tune. Say yes to ignoring the hipsters standing behind you at that show, and go nuts when the band plays “that song” with “that synth line” or “that lyric” that strikes you takes over the moment. No longer should the worry of accidentally stepping on someone’s toes sway the answer to the question “Should I dance like no one is watching in this moment?”
It can be intimidating to dance in public. It may feel as if people’s judgmental eyes come out anytime someone busts a move. Heck, maybe they are, and those people will always be “too cool” to dance. But they don’t know what joys they are missing out on. Simply remember that even if they’re horribly uncoordinated, your dance moves are awesome and will inspire some phenomenal dance circles, interactions with strangers, and stories that you will tell time and time again.
If you do nothing else in the year of 2018, make every attempt to dance your face off. You won’t regret it.
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