My moon My Man

In a series of fortunate event, I started listening to music again.

I feel like I could start every written word with ‘as a millennial woman’ because I often am a huge cliche in my online behaviors. And because of that, I also spend the last years listening to chatty podcast whenever I moved my self from one place to another.

I am proud not to have any interest in the murder-podcast-universe though! I listen to fashion talks, anything Dolly Alderton guests, The Lonely Island & Seth Meyers and I spend two years with The Office Ladies because I love TV almost as much as I love clothes. The way my brain shuts off when listening to people talk about not-complicated topics that I love is soothing. But also another distraction from world and thoughts.

Tiny me in 2009 being very Indie Sleaze

I listen to music, of course I do. But more like background when working or if I need a serious pick me up.

But then I watched a stupid hockey show in January and in the 4th episode ‘My Moon My Man’ by Feist suddenly took me back to life before. Before podcasts and brain fog. I used to listen to Feist almost every day. I worked at a cafe, and they had two Feist cd’s that I played back to back on each shift. Listening to that song again was one of those experience where you can almost smell and taste the past.

I had to listen again, and again and suddenly I biked to work with Feist on repeat every day for a week. I suddenly wanted to dive back to every song I listened to in the years of just moving to Copenhagen and starting the life I live today. I went back to Lykkeli, Beach House, more Feist, James Blake, The XX, a lot of N*E*R*D and suddenly I found myself listening to music all the time.

It’s now been 5 months of very little podcast and a lot of music and it feels so good. I actually get ideas on my commutes, and most of all I crave music all the time. Soon festival season starts and I’m so pumped and can’t wait to be surrounded by music.

I guess this is what people who manage to actually manage their screen time experiences. I’m still at a place where I would win Strava if you could put in your screentime instead of running tracks. But at least I’m doing it while singing along.

p.s extra mention for the Boyz to Noise remix of My Moon My Man, that version is MADE for biking to work on a Lime bike wearing sunglasses.