I was driving back from Eugene and saw a new ridiculous humvee-pickup looking amalgamation with “CRUE” on the plates. I also thought it pertinent to @marchxness.bsky.social and esp @meganc.bsky.social
I was driving back from Eugene and saw a new ridiculous humvee-pickup looking amalgamation with “CRUE” on the plates. I also thought it pertinent to @marchxness.bsky.social and esp @meganc.bsky.social
Even though Last Day is a key track in my personal "sad bastard singalong" playlist (actual name), Gravley's @marchxness.bsky.social makes a harrowing and convincing case for the stakes of the sadness in Nirvana's Sappy.
Having once been up against a juggernaut of a song in round one, I probably would've cast a protest vote in Montgomery's favor either way, despite Campbell's admirable concision. But I love the G'pa-Westerberg song and it makes me feel much more sad than the Clapton.
💔 @silashansen.bsky.social gets my vote for invoking a very specific kind of @marchxness.bsky.social sadness, "not the loss of something I’d experienced, but the realization that I will likely never feel that, that it’s a feeling entirely out of my reach."
while Tori is queen of sads & Donohue does great work to make the case, @chrislkeller.com pulls at the heartstrings of my own complicated feelings abt home, "it is about metamorphosis and what happens when someone passes through different places, among different people, long enough to be changed."
Thank you so much for reading and for getting it.
Thank you for your always generous words!
I hope they weren’t too sad!!
Wow! 💜 thank you for reading
Thank you, Aaron.
I want to hear it performed by 15 different people, bumping into each other’s lines.
I love it even more, now.
Oh, you know that would be so good. It would have something weird & super dancy, too, like C+C Music Factory.
I really loved this one.
Needa get the dust out of this room, already! This, in @cherylgraham.bsky.social ‘s @marchxness.bsky.social piece on Kate Bush, “we can only hope we give others “moments of pleasure” that keep us alive in their memories just as they have done for us.”
Thank you for reading it. 💜
Thank you so much. 💜 It is a blessing, in so many ways.
Wow. @cooperdart.bsky.social ‘s @marchxness.bsky.social piece on B&D is fantastic. “And it's not about happiness right there. It's about salvation. It's about, you know, loss in a way.”
💜💜💜 thank you for reading it
Oh I just meant Chris from my Xness essay!
I loved the Crowes even though my friends snubbed them for months. @levin.bsky.social ‘s @marchxness.bsky.social really nails how the band was more than just a derivative bridge between metal & grunge. However, I’m also repping my own ghost story, so this vote’s KHersh & @anniezaleski.bsky.social
Your Ghost was my (reluctant) 2nd choice to write about this @marchxness.bsky.social for just the reason @anniezaleski.bsky.social puts so aptly: “it’s comforting to think that someone we love is just a phone call away, even in the afterlife, and that we can summon them at will to come visit” 💜💜
I wish I could be there too, though I’d be Awkward Queen in Training in that scenario.
Can I tell a funny story? Last spring when I added my name to the lottery, when my @marchxness.bsky.social sadness was still months away, I’d talked through essay/song ideas with Chris. Hey Jealousy was a contender for a funny essay about a dumb bf from college who thought it was “Hey Chelsea.”
I think the below needed @marchxness.bsky.social for visibility. But the app wouldn’t let me repost it. :/
I actually read that *while* I was a cigarette girl (dreaming of being a writer) a few lifetimes ago, and I remember it making me laugh out loud in nerd that the other two girls could not understand.
I sweartagawd the inability to edit posts is going to do me in today.
Also, it is linked in the bio, but in case you missed it, Chris Potter was an amazing person long before being my boyfriend: www.registerguard.com/obituaries/p... While I’m not mentioned, I did add some photos and color commentary to the “memory board.”
No need! I mean, I feel like there are enough cues, even if this WEREN’T March Sadness, that no one should be expecting a wedding photo at the end of this one.
(Who am I kidding—there are lit-er-ally 21 of them. But I only *set* four most days.)