whispers of Midwest emo with a dash of math rock? This album took me on a drive past melancholy into the fields of nostalgia⦠the soundtrack to a conversation with a past self.
π€ post-hardcore & (midwest but not midwest) emo vibes. i was recommended this album by an online friend back when we were teenagers. instant favorite. recommending this in honor of him. let me know if you want other specific song recs from the album
if you like the emo pop punk side of things, but not in a guy-punching-a-hole-in-drywall-for-no-reason sort of way, i strongly urge you to check this one out! been keeping up w these guys for a few years now and they have truly found the balance between βthis riff fucksβ and βthis melody is so funβ. plus, theyβve really grown as songwriters in comparison to their earlier work. emo fall is upon us, friends, but this time weβre slipping into angst laced with fun.
Not from a place of dreading the day but from a position of gratitude and warmth. The love and comfort felt can carry on with you throughout your day, just invite it along for the ride.
Recently I started rock climbing. I was extremely trepidatious at the start. The only experience I had with climbing of any kind were those portable and ticket-able rock walls that would pop up on the boardwalks of NJ in the height of the summer tourist rush. The first couple of visits, I could barely get on the wall. My toes would slip, my fingers would release. Even when I was able to hold myself up, I was terrified of falling, of equipment failing me, of making a fool of myself in a crowded gym full of people who looked like they had been born doing this.
Iβm still very new, Iβm still learning. But every time I walk into the building, my silly little shoes in chalky hand, I decide that Iβm going to do something hard. Because I can do hard things, and so can you.
I can make it to the top of the wall now. Not every time, and certainly not on every course. But sometime soon I will. Because I keep trying something hard.
