Anyone that knows me well knows I’m an introvert. I may not act like one, and I really do enjoy the company of people, but my social tank is only so full, and after a while, I need to recharge. There are a lot of ways for me to find my personal space. Sometimes it’s reading, or writing, or video games, or photography, or dancing, or cooking. But when I’m particularly exhausted, it’s music.
Which is kind of funny, since I can’t actually play music. So that means either singing, or more often, just listening to music. The ability for me to just listen to music for hours on end comes from my brother. When I was a kid, he’d lend me CD’s. One at a time. And I’d listen to them, thoroughly, for a week until that music was ingrained in me. And then he’d lend me another.
So I’ve learned to love just diving into an album, with focus, uninterrupted. And very little in the world makes me happier than finding an album that is perfect for thoughtful listening. Where some combination of time and space, lyrics, music, and composition makes it effortless for me to get lost in the record.
I just found one such album, which is perfect timing because this semester has been a sprint from the very beginning. I had a final for my winter course the second week of class. I jammed a full semester’s worth of credit hours into six sessions over a month. I’ve been trying to stay up-to-date with every single awful Cabinet nomination, piece of legislation, and executive order that is now part of Trump’s America. And I’ve worked with some of the most dedicated, competent and amazing friends to put together a campus teach-in that exceeded all our expectations. Along the way, I also marched in Washington DC, showed solidarity at an airport and saw Hamilton on Broadway.
It’s been exhausting. Entirely in a good way (at least…as good as things can be), but exhausting nonetheless. So when I discovered Gallant’s album Ology, it felt serendipitous. It suits my mood perfectly: each track is thoughtful and layered. It confronts insecurity, doubt and struggle, while maintaining hope and faith. I can’t make a decision on which song is my favorite. It’s the perfect soundtrack to help me slow down and process the last few months.
It also prompted me to make my first real recording in a long time. I’ve included it below. It’s not great: I’m rusty and nervous, and trying to reduce the vocals of the original song did some weird things to the backtrack. But it’s there, and it’s me. I’ve also included what is (as of this very minute) my favorite song of the album so you can get a taste of how the album actually sounds, as opposed to my bastardization of it.