SONG: Liquor Lip Loaded Gun
ARTIST: Sticky Fingers
RESPONSE: It’s cold but my body is warm from my half-drunk
tea. The patter of rain on the asphalt outside serenades the
song. The crackling fire place sends splinters of light, like mini
fireworks, onto the metal fire guard. — As the chorus begins, I
am transported into another memory of a mosh pit. The
crowd goes eerily quiet, the screams of banter stops as the
lead singer, Dylan, steps up above us. The lights behind him
blinds us all. He opens his arms wide as he sings, angelic in his
voice and figure, then he dives.
SONG: Octopus
ARTIST: King Krule
RESPONSE: The overpowering heat of a summer day, the feeling of exhaustion. The
whispers of sleep and haze makes my insides churn. Lying on my bed—a lethargic
and contemplative mood, I write in my journal—the fan buzzing in the corner of my
room and my fingers dripping off the side of my bed as I watch the afternoon sun
streak through my lace curtains. My eyes flutter, I dream of jumping into an ice cold
pool.
SONG: Female Energy
ARTIST: Willow Smith
RESPONSE: I’m running. I’m dancing. I’m laughing. The air is crisp and rough against
the gentle warmth of the sun. I am above the world and its people. I am floating out
of my body, my arms wide open— ready to catch myself if I fall into a dizzy heap. I
spin around and around and around in the open field of dandelions and grass. My
fingers dig into the rough green as I stare up at the clouds. I close my eyes and I can
feel the warmth seeping through my eyelids.