"The Socialites" by Dirty Projectors.
For some reason, I feel like I never heard this song until now—even though it came out five years ago. I'm in my Coffman phase, so maybe that's why I happened upon it. The whole album, Swing Lo Magellan, is lovely.
"Walk On By" by Dionne Warwick.
I heard this during the closing credits of an episode of "I'm Dying Up Here" (see below) and I can't stop listening. I wouldn't be surprised if next week I'm on a Burt Bacharach
"Swing Time" by Zadie Smith.
I'm only a couple dozen pages in, but I think this is going to make me feel some major feelings.
This opening paragraph from a NY Times book review should draw you in: "There’s something beautiful about the way young girls choose their best friends. A swooning, love-at-first-sight experience, it rarely takes into account social hierarchies, societal expectations or even basic commonalities. And it can be surprisingly decisive, cementing a relationship that persists for decades without any logical basis. It is in this way that the unnamed narrator of Zadie Smith’s latest novel, “Swing Time,” meets her best friend, Tracey."
Delicious routine meals.
I've been eating a lot of the same things each day: quinoa pilaf with a fried egg and greens; bananas or blueberries; oatmeal cookies; chicken sausages. Health, convenience and tastiness is a food rut I'm happy to be in.
Sunscreen, sleeveless dresses and shirts, shorts, sweat.
"I'm Dying Up Here."
An American comedy-drama television series created by David Flebotte, the series is set in Los Angeles in 1973, where it follows the up and coming stand up comics performing at goldie's, a comedy club on the Sunset Strip.
A lot of interesting people are in it, writing episodes and producing—plus, I really like the bellbottoms, music and interior design.
To go to a disco.
All these visual reminders of the 70s and all these sequins and platform shoes in my closet need to get out and boogie.