growing up, my dad walked around the house, coffee in one hand, fender stratocaster in the other. there was never a moment where music didn’t underscore the daily rhythms of our life. mom making dinner? Alexa, play the white album by the beatles. studying for the world’s seemingly most important exam? gonna need frank ocean to get through that one. watching get smart? my dad stops playing jeff buckley and plucks the theme song like it’s engrained in the grooves of his fingertips.

as a result, i have become a music nerd with a limited playing capacity. how tragic. in its stead, i send my close friends all the new stuff i am listening to. my music dumps feel like my unique love language, where i can associate a sound or an artist with the people that matter the most to me. i have decided to formalize this love into a personal journal and newsletter about what i am listening to or thinking about. i’ve never really put my own work or thoughts into the public ether. but writing about music and feelings can disrupt the monotony of my daily life, introducing new air and sunlight that feeds the soul.

i encourage you to join me in drawing the curtains open and enjoying the soundscape seeping through the window pane. and when you are ready, close the blinds, dim the lights, and sit with intention amidst the chords. you will reemerge in time.