magic on sunday: something about nostalgia
it’s an unpopular opinion, but i’m ready to own it: i’m here for fall, right here, right now. i woke up early yesterday morning to run some errands and walked out my door to crispy autumn air. it hugged me like a long lost friend, and suddenly i was like, “summer, who?”
there’s something distinctly comforting about this season, particularly in this city. my first fall here in 2010 was when i found my group of friends. a rambunctious group, mostly guys at the time, that finally after a few months of trying to find my way in the city as a lone-ranger, wide-eyed 24 year old, made me feel like this city was home. every time fall comes around, the nostalgia of those early days reaffirms one of the reasons i love this place so much.
the other reason i came to love fall in new york city was the annual cmj music festival. it’s one of the first events i experienced with that group of friends, something i’d come to attend every year, even taking off work to wander through the lower east side and williamsburg with the hopes of discovering my new favorite band. over the years at cmj i’ve drank my fair share of free sponsored beer, bopped along next to michael cera at the knitting factory, met a boyfriend, saw a band that i managed play to a packed house, ect., ect., ect.
if there was one week i’d want to live over and over again, it’d be cmj week. it's a staple in my new york story.
the festival, unfortunately hasn’t happened for the past two years for some unknown reason, but the fall weather and the changing of the seasons got me thinking about some of the music i discovered in my 5 cmj’s. this week’s playlist is a musical walk down memory lane.
australia - conner youngblood
they don't want - electric wire hustle
just a little bit - kids of 88
ghosts - made in heights
funny guy - dune rats
no mind no money - beach baby
waste my night - dreamers
until sunday,
meghan