My Music Journal

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The home of all my music thoughts & reccomendations.

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Song of the year potentialI love this + on repeatCool but no reason to replayOKBoringNot my cup of teaSave your ears
June 8, 2026· Issue 3

Four for a slow week

Not much happened, which is exactly the kind of week these songs are built for. Headphones on, dishes done slowly, the good kind of nothing.

Bags by Clairo

Bags·Clairo

I love this + on repeat

Three years on and the bridge still gets me every time. Bedroom-pop that earns its restraint.

Two Weeks by Grizzly Bear

Two Weeks·Grizzly Bear

Song of the year potential

Those staccato keys are pure muscle memory at this point. A perfect song, and I won't be taking questions.

Redbone by Childish Gambino

Redbone·Childish Gambino

Cool but no reason to replay

Smooth as ever and that bass still talks — but I put it on once this week and didn't reach for it again.

Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

Motion Sickness·Phoebe Bridgers

I love this + on repeat

Anger and tenderness in the same breath. I keep finding new lines to underline.

June 1, 2026· Issue 2

Late nights, open windows

First properly warm week of the year, so the playlist tilted toward the slow and the smoky. Honest takes below — not everything made the cut.

Pink + White by Frank Ocean

Pink + White·Frank Ocean

Song of the year potential

Summer in a bottle. I save it for the first warm evening of the year and let it wreck me a little.

The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala

The Less I Know the Better·Tame Impala

OK

The bassline could still pay rent, but I think I've finally worn this one all the way out. Fine, not essential.

Glory Box by Portishead

Glory Box·Portishead

I love this + on repeat

Rainy-window music for a warm night. Smoky, slow, and impossibly cool.

May 25, 2026· Issue 1 · Note

A note from the floor

No songs this week — just a feeling I'm still carrying around. I caught a band I'd half-forgotten in a room that held maybe two hundred people, and for ninety minutes nobody once reached for their phone. You forget that's even possible.

There's a version of a song you love that only exists in a small room, slightly too loud, with strangers singing the part you usually keep to yourself. I don't have a link for that. You just have to go. Back to the rotation next week.