My 1001 Albums Journey

lots of unintelligible moaning and mumbling over repetitive, droning instrumentation/electronic beats. for the first few tracks, i could see through the banal slog at what could have been interesting--part kate bush/peter gabriel synth driven artpop. but as it wore on, it wore me down. fuck this album

i had shitty taste in music at 15

It's going on 10 years since I listened to Grizzly Bear, so when Veckatimest showed up as AOTD, I felt immediately nostalgic for my early 20s law school days. Shields had come out during my last year of law school, and my roommate and I were fans of GB, so Veckatimest and Shields (and even Yellow House) were on heavy rotation at our place. Even the album cover really brings me back to simpler days of day drinking and playing Halo. That's all just window dressing, though--the things I felt before I actually listened to the album. I busted out my good headphones for this one, and I was genuinely excited for it. At this point, I'm 45 minutes in, and honestly, it sucks. Everything was set up for me to love it, and it fucking sucks. Songs I remember fondly--Two Weeks and Ready, Able--just sound like moaning and mandolins. I fucking hate this wussbag shit. So what changed? I've spent most of the back half thinking about the change in my views on this album and more broadly changes to people in general. Was there a point of inflection before which I liked GB and after which I didn't? Or is it more of a Ship of Theseus accretion of sensory experience where I gradually withdrew from this whining bullshit? Are the changes in us discrete or do we change with every breath we take? I don't think I know. Maybe they aren't mutually exclusive. Maybe it's different for everyone. What I do know, however, is that as the person I am today, this music is trash.

it doesn't quite give me the feels hounds of love does, but i'll be goddamned if i wasn't getting verklempt at "this woman's work."

trash for 14 year olds angry at their dad