Music is happy. Music is sad. Music is peaceful. Music is time-travel. Music is a verb.
There’s really nothing else quite like it. When you’re high, it takes you higher, and when you’re low, it sits there on the floor of your living room – right there with you – wallowing in whatever mess you’re sorting out. No matter what you need, there’s a song or an album that can and will always perfectly match your mood or take you back to that summer before college, belting the lyrics to your favorite songs in your car, either on your own or with a friend or two.
Music is a unifying experience. You can go to concerts and singalong with dozens to thousands of strangers at once, feeling like a unified army of fans. There’s nothing like it, and it’s exactly what makes concerts fun. (Sure, crowdsurfing is cool, too.)
All my life, every Tuesday, Monday, and now Friday, has been a big day in music and generally something new to explore or fall in love with. In the last year, album releases moved from Tuesday to Friday, and each Friday you have a brand new page of full albums to discover on Spotify (or Apple Music, or whatever else you might use). Each week I listen to all sorts of things I’ve never heard of, just to try it out. Each Monday, I check out my new Spotify Discover playlist, too, before moving to my daily mix of whatever I’m currently in the mood for.
When I moved from Los Angeles to New York, I made a decision, in slowly beginning to downsize my possessions, to throw away my massive collection of CDs. I used to meticulously alphabetize each album by artist and then from oldest to newest. I had hundreds, filling three binders. I used to go to my local shop each week, and then would rip everything to my PC or my hard drives, but then I switched to streaming and didn’t really need the physical anymore.
They were just taking up space, but it still felt like throwing away thousands of dollars (because I was literally doing exactly that). As one does, I’ve started collecting vinyl – and while I’ll never have a collection anywhere near as large as I once had with CDs – and so I’ll sometimes spend time, alone in my room, listening to one dedicated album, more than likely on colored vinyl (because they’re more fun that way).
Now, my whole collection of digital anything is up and in the cloud – available if and when I need it – but I primarily listen to just about everything with Spotify, and I bring it with me everywhere. I listen to music as I’m commuting, while I’m getting ready to go out, when I’m at the gym, etc. It’s always on. I’m always listening.
Spencer is King of the Chill’s music contributor. If he’s not dog-sitting during his time off, you can find him cruising through New York City on his bike. Oddly, he enjoys his pizza with a tall glass of orange juice.