On Monday nights I put on old Modest Mouse records and Emmylou Harris and Elliott Smith and sing my lungs out and drink wine and cry because their voices are so damn beautiful.
I’d Get to the Top of the Mountain if It Would Just Stop Fucking Growing
Dia Frampton
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Yes. But sometimes…well, a suggestion — try switching up your soundtrack to something more, dare I say, upbeat. Sounds trite, I know — but I went through a long sad period during which I listened to a lot of sad music — like your choices, beautiful, but sad — and I realized at some point that instead of helping me heal, it was keeping me sad. Shift gears. More Wilco. Lucius. Beirut. Sufjan. Regina.

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