‘Sad girl fall’ is my favourite season of the year: muted colours, hot coffee, the smell of chestnuts, leaves falling… All of this adds to a cosy and comfy atmosphere that lasts until Christmas and beyond. The day that sad girl fall officially began for me and my best friend was the 12th of November, also known as the day that Taylor Swift released her album, ‘Red (Taylor’s Version)’.
Many songs contain a paradox: the words are personal, but the means of expressing them is often highly contrived. The singer will deliver lines about love, death, or fear, in a voice that couldn’t be further removed from the voices used to express those same sentiments in the real world. The singer’s rendering of these lines in musical notes might inject them with a kind of visceral power, but the personal, confessional nature of the verse is lost. It becomes abstract.
In the world of music, there are plenty of clichés. There is perhaps none more predictable and common than the cliché which laments the death of music as we once knew it, and that which, more specifically, mourns the death of the album as an art form. It seems that no matter where you go on the internet, there will always be someone somewhere proclaiming that music “isn’t what it used to be” and that the album is dead in the water. But is this really the case? Is it true that, firstly, the album is actually becoming a dying art form? If so, what are the reasons behind this decline?
developed in the late 1980s, has origins in Jamaican reggae and dancehall, and is known for its tough lyrics which often provide social commentary on topics such as poverty, unemployment, and substance abuse.
The third and final instalment of Kid Cudi’s Man on the Moon series evokes feelings that are more complex than just nostalgia. It is about how we simultaneously influence and are affected by human creativity and the power of our local and global community to help guide us out of the darkest, dustiest corners of our mental confines.
Growing up in the ‘90s, girls were told we could be one of two things — a feminine Barbie-playing princess or a football-playing-sneaker-wearing tomboy. There was no middle ground. We were raised on a strong diet of American influenced pop-culture, which emphasised high school hierarchies, boy-girl relationship drama and the notion of equating ‘happily ever after’ to having a boyfriend
The unifying ability of music, to reach out and connect people across the word, allowing for individual expression while revealing a common reliance, has become especially vital as of late. As music is used as a way to deter reality, the differences in songs played by everyone within this hard time seem an interesting shorthand to get a glimpse into someone’s life.
Let’s get one thing straight right from the outset. Music is neither produced in nor released into a vacuum. Everything that you have ever listened to from Beethoven to Doja Cat is a product of its time and its influences. So, when someone listens to a song and says to you “oh, this sounds a lot like…” it’s probably because it does.
Spotify loves making playlists. Some may say even to an excessive extent.