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listen up | old favorites for fall

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While some people revel in crafting playlists with one hundred of the newest hits, I’m the kind of person who gets immense pleasure from listening to her favorite bands over and over again and occasionally seeking out new music. I love lots of different music genres, but my tastes tend to lean towards oldies and indie music. I also prefer to listen to a band or musical artist’s entire album instead of jumping around between songs, but occasionally I’ll create a playlist that reflects my current headspace. Fall always gets me nostalgic, so I’ve recently had a bunch of old favorites (you can never go wrong with Death Cab for Cutie, The Decemberists, or Simon & Garfunkel!) on repeat. Click through to hear an hour’s worth of autumn-appropriate tunes.

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monday mood / apr. 13th

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Listening to…
Death Cab for Cutie’s Kintsugi, Marina and the Diamonds’s Froot, James Davis’s “Better Than You Are” and “Co-Pilot”

Reading…
Mrs. Dalloway 
by Virginia Woolf

Check out…
Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED talk on elusive creative genius / an article on Michelle Obama’s fashion choices and feminism / the movie While We’re Young, and this Flavorwire article about it / the N+7 Machine, which follows a procedure invented by Jean Lescure that takes a text and replaces each noun with the seventh noun following it in the dictionary / three poems by Melissa Barrett: “A French Interior,” “The Voice of Trauma,” and “The French Interior as The Voice of Trauma”

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Over the weekend, I visited Minneapolis (for the first time) to attend the AWP Conference (again, for the first time). Sufjan Stevens and The Decemberists played in the Lyft that chauffeured my friend Lisa and I to our hotel from the airport. It snowed two mornings in a row, and I stopped every time I saw the flakes melting gracefully into slush. At the conference I listened to writers and talked to editors and hoarded free pins like my life depended on it. I discovered literary magazines I’d never heard of and felt the spark of creativity flare up in my fingers. I was surrounded by the unfamiliarity of the Midwest and the literary community and it felt like home.

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