Moan

Here’s a thing that’s not very surprising: I really don’t want to do this right now. I really don’t want to sit here, at the last minute, forlornly scrambling my brain to come up with something moderately interesting to moan about. I want to moan about how tired I am. I’m not usually tired, but I could really do with just not doing anything for a bit.

I could also moan about how – yes I’m doing the smart thing and yes it’ll all be worth it in the end but – it really, really stinks that I’m whiling away huge swathes of time not living independently. Sure you can window shop on the IKEA website and spend an afternoon wandering around The Range (“for inspiration”) and fantasise about having a golden Labrador puppy that’s just so adorable ohmygodohmygod. Ultimately, though, I find myself staring at the same four walls telling myself the setup I’ve had for the last four years is “all just temporary”, while the most exciting thing I get to say about myself whenever anyone asks what I’ve been up to essentially amounts to “still saving”.

Can I go to bed yet?

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Inside my head, the story goes that Prince (aka Unpronounceable Symbol [aka The Big Purple One]) isn’t actually dead. Instead, he’s transformed into an already existing artist (this is where the whole thing falls apart to be honest) and is now continuing his musical career in the guise of Janelle Monáe. It’s not a watertight story, but it’s one I’m happy enough to go with.

More than similar to most funky things Prince did, it’s understandable that this song has the habit of latching itself onto your brain at the first listen and won’t ever leave you alone again, ever. Even if you worry that listening to it too much will dull the impact or create a sense of aggravation later on, you also instinctively know that if a law was to come into effect where every citizen was made to listen to only one song over and over again until the Earth comes to its fiery, cataclysmic end, this one would at least be in with a fair shout.

Janelle Monáe – Make Me Feel