- PPF Points
- 2,100
Digging Into the Soundtrack of Our Lives (Warning: Feelings Ahead)
Okay, let’s get real for a sec—music isn’t just background noise. Nah, it’s way messier and deeper. Sometimes it’s a time machine, other times it’s free therapy, or like, a really honest best friend who puts your feelings in a song so you don’t have to. Ever notice how one innocent, “What genre or artist are you into these days?” can suddenly turn into an existential crisis? Or at least, a ten-minute voice note about how Bon Iver lowkey saved your winter.
Music’s ridiculous like that. It morphs. Tracks you through breakups, makes you hype-sprint in the rain, haunts you at like 2 a.m. ‘cause a lyric hits just close enough to home. Last month? Pure heartbreak girlie folk on repeat. Now? Absolute hypebeast mode in the gym, sweating out the sadness. Sometimes the right album isn’t just a vibe but the whole mood board for your year.
Here’s what I’m getting into today:
Buckle up. Speakers up. Let’s go.
This Week’s Brainworm: Indie Pop
So here’s the deal—right now, my heart’s gone full indie pop. You know, the stuff that floats halfway between high-gloss pop and ‘sad kid with a guitar’ energy. There’s this gentle sass to it—catchy but not basic, dreamy but not mushy, sometimes bittersweet as hell.
Imagine: You’re on an empty highway at twilight, windows down, coffee cooling in the cup holder. That’s indie pop for me. Chill, sometimes a little haunted, but always honest. Not trying too hard. It’s like, you could be alone but somehow you’re vibing—like being the main character but with less eyeliner.
Current Obsession Alert: Lizzy McAlpine
Please, for the love of all things heartbreak, listen to Lizzy McAlpine if you haven’t yet. Seriously. Her voice? Like, soft enough to be comforting but raw enough to gut-punch. Her lyrics? Big “just read my journal, it’s fine” energy. There’s a song for just about every quiet heartbreak you’ve ever side-eyed. It’s almost uncomfortably honest, which is rare, since most modern music feels more…filtered than an Insta influencer.
She’s got this track called “Ceilings”—if you’ve been anywhere near TikTok, you know the vibe. Not glossy or trying too hard. She literally just sings her truth and I swear, you’ll be hunched over mid-scroll like “Oof, that’s the one.”
Example:
“But it’s not real, and you don’t exist / And I can’t recall the last time I was kissed…”
Yeah, hi, I hate it here. (Kidding—kinda.)
Why Lizzy? Well, in a world obsessed with the next viral thing, she just keeps it painfully real. She sings for everyone who’s ever been cracked but still walking around like it’s fine.
How Music Messes With Your Brain (In a Good Way)
Look, you don’t need a degree to know one good song can save a garbage day—or make you cry in the produce aisle for no good reason. But it’s actually science or something!
Major keys? Happy, sunny, ready to annoy your neighbors. Minor keys? Melancholy, mysterious, dramatic main character hour. Tempo, lyrics, all of it—basically a mood splicer for your brain.
Also, anyone else get time-warped by an old song? Kid version of you singing into a hairbrush, suddenly there—thanks, neurons! That’s music rewiring your brain, firing up old memories even when you can’t remember what you did last Tuesday. Kinda comforting, actually.
Plus, music genuinely helps mental health (facts: science says so). Dopamine party in your skull every time your jam comes on.
Why All Our Playlists Change So Much (a.k.a. You’re Not Fickle, You’re Growing)
I used to be a pop-punk mess in high school. College? EDM and rap, obviously. Now? Give me chill indie and coffee-shop beats or give me naps.
Why? Life happens. You grow, move, get your heart stomped, change jobs, start doomscrolling, whatever—and the soundtrack updates to match. New tech and dumb algorithms chuck new stuff in your face every day. World going wild? Someone makes a protest anthem, and suddenly it’s all you want to hear.
So if you’re confused why your top artist right now is nothing like what you were into last year, congrats: you’re a person, not a robot.
Craving Something New? Here’s Your Cheat Sheet.
If you’re stuck on the same five songs, time for a shake-up, my friend. Here’s how to ditch the playlist rut:
And that’s pretty much my music state of the union.
If you need me, I’ll be over here overanalyzing indie lyrics and deciding if I need a good cry or a dance break. Music’s wild like that.
Okay, let’s get real for a sec—music isn’t just background noise. Nah, it’s way messier and deeper. Sometimes it’s a time machine, other times it’s free therapy, or like, a really honest best friend who puts your feelings in a song so you don’t have to. Ever notice how one innocent, “What genre or artist are you into these days?” can suddenly turn into an existential crisis? Or at least, a ten-minute voice note about how Bon Iver lowkey saved your winter.
Music’s ridiculous like that. It morphs. Tracks you through breakups, makes you hype-sprint in the rain, haunts you at like 2 a.m. ‘cause a lyric hits just close enough to home. Last month? Pure heartbreak girlie folk on repeat. Now? Absolute hypebeast mode in the gym, sweating out the sadness. Sometimes the right album isn’t just a vibe but the whole mood board for your year.
Here’s what I’m getting into today:
- Which genre’s basically running my life at the moment
- Who I’m borderline obsessed with (and why you should care)
- The mind-melt of how music toys with memory and mood
- Why your music taste swaps faster than your go-to coffee order
- And yeah, some ways to shake up your playlist if you’re in a rut
Buckle up. Speakers up. Let’s go.
This Week’s Brainworm: Indie Pop
So here’s the deal—right now, my heart’s gone full indie pop. You know, the stuff that floats halfway between high-gloss pop and ‘sad kid with a guitar’ energy. There’s this gentle sass to it—catchy but not basic, dreamy but not mushy, sometimes bittersweet as hell.
Imagine: You’re on an empty highway at twilight, windows down, coffee cooling in the cup holder. That’s indie pop for me. Chill, sometimes a little haunted, but always honest. Not trying too hard. It’s like, you could be alone but somehow you’re vibing—like being the main character but with less eyeliner.
Current Obsession Alert: Lizzy McAlpine
Please, for the love of all things heartbreak, listen to Lizzy McAlpine if you haven’t yet. Seriously. Her voice? Like, soft enough to be comforting but raw enough to gut-punch. Her lyrics? Big “just read my journal, it’s fine” energy. There’s a song for just about every quiet heartbreak you’ve ever side-eyed. It’s almost uncomfortably honest, which is rare, since most modern music feels more…filtered than an Insta influencer.
She’s got this track called “Ceilings”—if you’ve been anywhere near TikTok, you know the vibe. Not glossy or trying too hard. She literally just sings her truth and I swear, you’ll be hunched over mid-scroll like “Oof, that’s the one.”
Example:
“But it’s not real, and you don’t exist / And I can’t recall the last time I was kissed…”
Yeah, hi, I hate it here. (Kidding—kinda.)
Why Lizzy? Well, in a world obsessed with the next viral thing, she just keeps it painfully real. She sings for everyone who’s ever been cracked but still walking around like it’s fine.
How Music Messes With Your Brain (In a Good Way)
Look, you don’t need a degree to know one good song can save a garbage day—or make you cry in the produce aisle for no good reason. But it’s actually science or something!
Major keys? Happy, sunny, ready to annoy your neighbors. Minor keys? Melancholy, mysterious, dramatic main character hour. Tempo, lyrics, all of it—basically a mood splicer for your brain.
Also, anyone else get time-warped by an old song? Kid version of you singing into a hairbrush, suddenly there—thanks, neurons! That’s music rewiring your brain, firing up old memories even when you can’t remember what you did last Tuesday. Kinda comforting, actually.
Plus, music genuinely helps mental health (facts: science says so). Dopamine party in your skull every time your jam comes on.
Why All Our Playlists Change So Much (a.k.a. You’re Not Fickle, You’re Growing)
I used to be a pop-punk mess in high school. College? EDM and rap, obviously. Now? Give me chill indie and coffee-shop beats or give me naps.
Why? Life happens. You grow, move, get your heart stomped, change jobs, start doomscrolling, whatever—and the soundtrack updates to match. New tech and dumb algorithms chuck new stuff in your face every day. World going wild? Someone makes a protest anthem, and suddenly it’s all you want to hear.
So if you’re confused why your top artist right now is nothing like what you were into last year, congrats: you’re a person, not a robot.
Craving Something New? Here’s Your Cheat Sheet.
If you’re stuck on the same five songs, time for a shake-up, my friend. Here’s how to ditch the playlist rut:
- Let the apps do their magic—Spotify’s recommendations are freakishly good (and sometimes, hilarious fails, but whatever)
- Hit up your group chat: “Drop me one song you can’t stop listening to.” Always a wild ride.
- Try music from literally anywhere else. Foreign bops hit different, trust me.
And that’s pretty much my music state of the union.
If you need me, I’ll be over here overanalyzing indie lyrics and deciding if I need a good cry or a dance break. Music’s wild like that.
