JAM JOURNAL
I find joy in judging CDs
What started out as picking a random J-pop CD has now become an ever-growing collection.
My parents brought me into a ‘semi-charmed life’
Listening to ’90s music makes me feel closer to my parents despite the distance between us.
‘Austin to Boston’ takes me to a better place
A tour documentary reminds me that music is the perfect companion for transport.
Lorde guided me through the twists and turns of growing up
“Pure Heroine” and “Melodrama” will always remind me of coming of age.
The rise of pluggnb and my obsession with it
A genre caked with meta-ironic aesthetics brings me genuine, unadulterated joy.
The soundtracks of times past
Spotify Wrapped has me feeling philosophical about my trip to Italy.
All my favorite music sucks
Ramones saved me from the loss of my childhood anger.
To quote Nancy Sinatra: ‘There’s no place like home’
Shared music taste with my family has kept me sane through college.
Hey Barbie, I still love boy bands
Bubblegum pop beats carried me from childhood to college, and they’ll always have a place in my heart.