I started following Matt Haig on Twitter after one of his books (How To Stop Time) featured on Lush Book Club, with the intention of reading said book, and immediately I found his voice to be one I understood and respected relentlessly. Of course I am yet to read How To Stop Time, but I did eventually decide that it was about time I actually made a start on his collection. Easy decision then when it came to my Mum asking what I wanted for Christmas; any book by Matt Haig please!
Oh how terribly cliche of me, making changes in the new year. I know, I know, how original. Under the usual plan, this post would be looking back on the last month, December; an opportunity for me to close a chapter in my life. This retrospective view on life has been particularly useful in moving on, but the one thing I have been lacking is the plan of where to go next.
When it comes to thinking of the music that I have loved this year, there are only a handful of albums that I can choose from. This is certainly not from a lack of albums, more so the fact that I just simply haven’t listened to enough. I came to this conclusion when I was drawing up a list of my top 10, only to just about find ten that I had properly listened to throughout the course of 2018.
Remember when I had that really tiring month? If only past me knew what was coming.
I’m not going to lie, this month has been a struggle, but at the same time, I have felt the support of so many people. Not everyone, but a fair amount. That’s not to say I’ve always listened to those supportive words, or even that I haven’t dismissed them for one reason or another. Imposter syndrome (a psychological pattern in which an individual doubts their accomplishments and has a persistent internalized fear of being exposed as a “fraud” – cheers Wikipedia/Mel for introducing it to me) is real and the craziest thing is being SO aware of it and still making excuses. The brain honestly baffles me.
Oh, October. The month that was simultaneously the longest and quickest month ever. Looking back to what I got up to at the beginning of the month feels like delving deep into the past, however I still can’t quite believe that we’re already a few days in to November.
It finally happened! I finally saw Beach House live, and I must say, those guys perform one hell of a show. Every note, every vocal, just every little moment was more wonderful than I ever imagined possible. It was a perfect blend of dreamy old numbers and the electrifying new material.
There was a moment where they referred to the crowd; “you guys are the electricity”, and true, Beach House were the ones up there providing the enigmatic sound, but it would be nothing without us, the listeners, the ones who have connected majorly to this band, be it in the last year or right from the very start.
It is close to mid October and I am only just writing up my reflections on September. To tell you the truth, this month has left me completely and utterly drained, both mentally and physically.
Never has a month passed me by so quickly as this August. I suppose it has been another whirlwind of activity, both at work and at home, but still I can’t quite believe that we are already in September.
In the blink of an eye I have applied for the manager position in my store and started the process of moving in to a new flat (with any luck I’ll be there in September). Some major steps right there. Having cut my annual trip home short due to other commitments, August has in fact been pretty difficult but it is absolutely not without its high points.
One of my favourite things about music has always been the way in which we consume it. I have never cared about perfection, nor how to define a sound. I often struggle to describe bands to people based on what they sound like. In a world full of such technology it just makes more sense to pull out your phone, open Spotify and press play. However if you want to talk about what the band are about, what they mean to me, or to others, then I am absolutely here.
Life can be hard. The sun may be shining but that doesn’t mean we always follow suit. July has been a pretty slow month, not really much to write home about. Yet here I am.