Less a ‘best of’ list* and more a daily meditation of what 2011 sounded like on these speakers over the course of a hard if productive year. I killed my music blog earlier this year, but my never-satisfied thirst for sound is still evident. As this tumblr also acts as my bulletin board when I am stuck and making things, I hope the ‘best of 2011’ tag can serve to evoke the strange mood of this strange year when I need it evoked.
(2011 adjectives: Bitter. Cold. Wistful. Awakened. Airy. Defeated. Determined. Sweaty. Breathy. Fucked. Expensive. Manic. Pedantic. Canceled. Shelved. Rescheduled. Necessary. Magical. Frustrating. Fulfilling.)
Gems came not only in longform, but in short bursts, the preferred time allotment of the times. A moody arpeggio in a dance single satisfies like the denouement of a long anticipated tryst. Female-fronted pop can absolve like all Hail Marys uttered on knees in spandex and sequins and cynicism. Some notes almost scrapped remind that there’s past in present. And there’s such delight in guilty pleasure.Thank you, 2011. Thank you, music makers: our attending physicians in the daily ER.
*after years of making them, I’ve realized I’m always wrong, about 3 months later when I discover everything else that was in everyone else’s ears in one year. Also becoming more and more uncomfortable with superlatives as I grow older. There’s no point. I liked a lot of shit. That’s enough.
All I want for Christmas is an unreliable narrator.