In My Headphones, words

Bless the Telephone

I forgot about this gem until I found Labi Siffre hanging in a friend’s top listened to artists. Even though I first discovered this ditty in my high school Pandora days, it draws me back to the first semester after I graduated from college during my long-distance relationship. Anyone who’s ever waited and wished by the phone to glow their lover’s names can find shelter in the familiar lyrics. The tender fingerpicking, the sincerity of the lyrics–which compose a dance between love being “nice” and “strange”–and the soothing range of his vocals all come together to paint an Impressionist portrait of love.

—Tyler

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In My Headphones

Will There Be Enough Water?

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA IS BURNING.

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This is the fourth day morning in a row I’ve woken up in California, and the entire Southland is singed with wildfires. Even though all the windows in the house are open, the sun is melting the worse of her rays onto our brown backs. The flames are licking from the dry brushes of Los Angeles’s native hills. The air becomes heavy and the red glow tints the blue skies.

California is smoldering underneath my feet and kicked into full-fledged fire season. The brush fires are-a blazin’ down by San Diego way, and as Mashable stated in this well-crafted package on the California wildfires, this outlandish early summer fire behavior is due to the intense drought California has faced while I’ve been away at school.

Everything moves phantasmically in this desertlike weather. It’s hard to breathe, eat, think, drive or smoke. At any moment my nose could rupture into a profuse nosebleed.

All I can do is wait. Wait to drink another bottle of water, wait until the cool breezes of summer nights blow the scorch of the day, and wait for the rain to wash us out.

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Home At Last

From the playlist: summertime fuckery

This is the third day in a row I woke up in Southern California. It’s not the California that I necessarily remember, but it’s the one from the picture books. It wasn’t so long ago that I called it home, but now it just feels like another dimension. This particular dimension is one where both of my older sisters become mothers within the fraction of a millisecond. This is one where I no longer occupy any space in my childhood home.

An epiphany shrouded my vision to the tune of this jam, and I realized something vital. I needed to see this dimension with my own eyes. I needed to feel these emotions while I was still young and stupid enough to run off.

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I might get fired for coming on this trip, but it was worth it.

– TB

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