Spotify doesn’t do a great job with new music discovery. Their personalized “Discover Weekly” playlists were once groundbreaking - and while they’re still good, it seems like the technology hasn’t evolved in a long time. I’m ready for the next big thing in music discovery - and while I wait, I’ll be listening to a lot of Bon Iver.
Bon Iver (which is principally just a stage name for the front man, Justin Vernon) makes delightful music. It’s wild to hear how his music evolves and shifts from album to album, all while maintaining a consistent sonic quality rooted in sparse, patient, and emotional folk - even when the core sound diverges into rock and electronic.
If you haven’t listened to Bon Iver; if you’re interested in a musical journey; if you’re open to new and different sounds; and if you have a lot of time on your hands - then buckle up and turn it up. You’re in for a treat.
I’d definitely recommend listening in chronologic order starting with the first album, “For Emma, Forever Ago” (2008). Don’t skip the 2009 four track EP, “Blood Bank”. The self titled 2011 album “Bon Iver” is beautiful and has a warmer and more fully-developed sound than the rest of his music. Things start getting particularly challenging (and rewarding) in the 2016 album “22, A Million” where his well-established folk sound gets married with an aggressive, dark, esoteric electronic backdrop. It’s weird, it’s excellent, but it’s probably not good background music - at least not during your first listen.
I’m convinced that everything he touches turns to gold. Check out the last track on Taylor Swift’s latest album, Evermore. Swift spins her wheels on this tune for two and a half minutes until Vernon jumps in, changes up the melody, lays down some passionate poetry, knocks it out of the park, and then ducks out of the track after about 60 seconds. That’s a virtuoso.
Is there a line that I can just go cross?
Enjoy! And let me know if you have a good music discovery tool!
Please enjoy this memory from Christmas 2019!
It was Saturday December 7th. Jess and I were in Union Square in Somerville for a night out. Our friend Abby was DJing at a club called The Canopy Room - which Jess and I had never been to.
We got to Somerville a little early. It was a cold night, so we decided to head right to The Canopy Room. We were surprised to see that it was jam packed. We could hardly fit in the door, but we squeezed in anyways to get out of the cold.
As we passed through the door, I immediately noticed something unexpected. Instead of thumping dance music I heard a soft guitar. I peered around a curtain blocking off the doorway to see the club. It was crammed with people, all sitting down on little pillows on top of criss-crossing oriental rugs. The room was smaller than expected, with tapestries, paper lanterns, string lights, and potted plants lining the walls and ceiling. A trio of young women were playing guitar and singing a unplugged cover of Last Christmas by George Michael. It was the warmest coziest place. We overheard that it was a private show, but we justified staying for the rest of the song because leaving mid-song would cause a disturbance.
After a few minutes we were back into the cold. We found shelter at a nearby brewery, then looped back to The Canopy Room for Abby’s show. By then, the room had dimmed lights and dancing. But it still had remnants of cozy. I recall seeing a massive pile of jackets on a couch, and it made the club feel like a dorm party. It was a fun night.
I took an unplanned year-long hiatus from blogging - What up with that?
Well, I don't know. One of my favorite aspects of the blog is that it brings structure and meaning to my personal projects/hobbies - and my hobbies have been on the back-burner for the last 12 months. My professional workload has been high; plus, Jess and I have been on a board game kick recently - perhaps some board game blog posts are in the future.
Let's face it - 2020 has been unusual. Jessica and I are fortunate because we both kept our jobs. Plus, for the first time ever, our rent didn't increase. Many people said that 2020 was a year to reinvest in yourself. For me, that definitely happened, and it was professional growth.
I hope I get back into the swing of regular blog posts. But...I'm not going to commit to that. If 2020 taught me anything, it's that I should just play the hand I'm dealt - and that I don't have any idea what cards are even in the deck! We've drafted some loose plans for the next few years; the current world requires us to plan with a lot of flexibility. We are excited to put those plans into action. A wedding is certainly a part of those plans.
I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!
June 20th, 2020 was supposed to be our wedding day. The date itself was special to us. It was our 10 year anniversary of dating, the 6/20/20 had a good ring to it, and it was just a few days prior to one of our favorite events of the year, the Electric Forest Music Festival which was slated to be our honeymoon. The date worked too for all of our vendors: the ceremony location, the restaurant for the reception, the photographer, the bakery, nearly everything had been locked in. We had started to receive decorations for the tables; we had decided on a drinks menu that had specialty cocktails representing our life together, and some of our favorite beers were being special ordered for our big day. We received a package of 70 final invitations that we spent hours deciding on, working with a graphic designer to coordinate with our save the dates perfectly, hand designed stamps, and pre-labeled envelopes for our loved ones. I got my wedding dress too.
One month later, it’s as if those plans evaporated, sucked into the vortex of 2020. By the beginning of April it was clear that a social gathering was not going to happen in June, especially not at a restaurant, so we awkwardly sent out wedding cancellation cards. Yes, they coordinated too. And to honor what would have been our wedding day, Ryan and I escaped into the woods and camped for a couple of days with our dog, Violet. Our friends spent some time with us on Zoom that night, celebrating with tiki drinks and glow sticks and acknowledging what we had lost. My mom sent me a really sweet note reminding me that someday we will be married and it will be special when that day comes. Ryan and I have since spent a lot of time talking about it too, what we want, what we don’t want, when will it be safe, and for how many. It’s been stressful and sad and overwhelming and all of the things that our wedding was not supposed to be.
I’m not sure if a wedding will ever happen for us, or at least one at the scale that we had intended. My wedding dress may never see the light of day and might be hanging in it’s garment bag forever; our decorations might get donated and our invitations might become kindling for our next camp fire. But then there’s also the important part: I haven’t been able to marry the love of my life. More than anything, that hurts the most. Ryan is supposed to be my husband by now. We were supposed to say vows, and kiss, and have wedding bands representing our commitment to each other. We’ve said so many times that we’ve been together for so long that it doesn’t really matter, but truthfully it does. It’s painful. But, when I’m not upset thinking about all of the details, personal touches, and time spent that will never be seen I remember that I’m also really thankful. I’m thankful for our apartment, and our jobs, and our health, and the health of our loved ones, and for Violet. And I’m also really thankful for Ryan.
Someday I will marry him and promise to be by his side through hikes, and concerts, and cooking dinner, and mai tais, and even pandemics. While quarantine changed a lot about our lives and our wedding plans, it did not change that one bit.
*measurements are per drink
Mix all ingredients except for grenadine in a shaker. Serve in a funky tiki glass (or high ball) with crushed ice. Pour a float of grenadine on top. Make sure to top with a paper umbrella and some fruit slices.
The quarantimes are tough. You’re stuck in isolation, washing your hands to the bone, eating historic relic food items from the forgotten corners of your kitchen pantry. That’s why we turned to the classic, tropical, deliciously refreshing Mai Tai. It brings a casual excitement to your isolated weekend evenings. We recommend serving with a paper umbrella to add to the illusion that you’re at a cozy tiki bar and not isolated at home for the twelfth weekend in a row.
As we start our third month of social distancing, I think that we can all agree that there have been struggles, and personal triumphs, and hard days, and really beautiful ones too. Amidst all of this we are sending all of you love and hope this recipe brings you some joy.
It’s been a long time since we posted on the Comet Blog, 5 months to be exact. And WOW, those 5 months really proved to be the strangest roller coaster ride that nobody asked to be a part of. We have been socially distancing due to the outbreak of COVID-19 in Boston, together with our dog Violet in all 800 square feet of our apartment. There have been ups and downs but mostly I wanted to spend some time outlining some things we are learning along the way.
First thing’s first, cooking! I’ve always liked cooking (much to my mom’s surprise!) and I’ve taken the opportunity of being home more hours of the day to explore some new recipes. And what is a girl to do when you have the fillings for tacos but no tortillas? You make your OWN flour tortillas! What an idea! But isn’t it hard? Don’t you need a tortilla press? When I told Ryan I was making flour tortillas from scratch the look on his face asked all of these questions. But that didn’t scare me. It can’t be impossible, right?
Right! After about 30 minutes we found out that making your own flour tortillas takes very few ingredients, is actually relatively easy, and they taste delicious. Huge thanks for the inspiration from Mythical Kitchen, their YouTube video with instructions is linked below, our instructions differ slightly but either works well I’m sure. Enjoy!
Flour Tortillas (for those days when you run out but still want tacos)
For visuals, check out the Mythical Kitchen's recent video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkQ3T3Tqjrc
Jess and I went to a Bob Moses concert at the Pier 17 venue in New York City. This was a fantastic concert. Bob Moses was on point, they put on a really great show. The venue was also great; it was basically on the rooftop of a pier in downtown New York right next to the Brooklyn Bridge. Plus, the weather couldn’t have been better. We also quite enjoyed the opening act, Broods.
Aside from the concert, we had a nice weekend in NYC. We stayed in SoHo and spent a lot of time walking through the Village. It was surprising how lively the parks were; I particularly liked Washington Square Park. If you ever find yourself in that area, I recommend Morgensterns Ice Cream and Third Rail Coffee.
Is this thing still on?
I lived two months of life since my last post, and it’s been jam packed with family, fun, work, travel, music, and everything in between. If there were a highlight reel, and that highlight reel was transcribed into bullets, it might look like this:
...and that is the full run-down of our last couple months. While that list might sound like a lot, what doesn’t come through is how busy we’ve both been with work. We are trying to push through and get back to more balanced schedule soon.
We just got back from an excellent weekend at the Electric Forest music festival. Our friend convinced us to go to this festival for the first time in 2018, and it was an overwhelmingly positive experience. This year was terrific too! Please enjoy my photo album from Electric Forest 2019.
[Cover photo was taken from this Reddit post]
© 2017. All rights reserved.