I entered this job as an editor a year ago. I was coming from a well-positioned place as a permalancer in some places and a freelancer in others. I’d written for publications like Rolling Stone and VIBE, Billboard and NME, The Source and Village Voice. It was what I dreamed of growing up, to interview people I idolized, to have them look me in the eye and take me seriously, to communicate my own ideas to readers in a constructive, maybe even smart way that would maybe help others shape their own ideas about music, or at least see their perspectives as prismatic entities not confined to instinctual reactions. I was in a position to take words, both my own and from others, and responsibly relay them to the public. It was exciting, and never dull, even though often taxing and tiresome. I had a job. And that job was to be honest with and respectful of the page.
I made the decision to come to Myspace in April 2013. I was offered the opportunity to start something fresh with an A+ team. It was to join some people I worked with prior and trusted, people who I considered much smarter than me and would be honored to work with. Also, some new people whose reputations preceded them, in a good way. Over the past year, I couldn’t feel more right about that decision. I go into work every day and find myself challenged, always pushing for something better, always looking for an angle hidden in the fog, always completing something and moving on to the next task because I’ve learned pride is a flat emotion. I’ve come to realize you’re only as good as your next accomplishment, and it’s what keeps me motivated.
It’s been a hard year, personally, and I don’t think I’ll break my non-personal streak on this blog. But my job has helped me learn patience for others, in the office and out, as well as myself, and helped me see and comprehend perspectives that aren’t always my own. Having a job that makes you question your instincts and beliefs on a daily basis is what keeps the blade from dulling. I’m very lucky to be fulfilled. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that way as a journalist, this consistently. (And a year is a long time.) I hope you feel that way too, and know how rare that feeling is.
At that, I’ve spent most of my year editing incessantly. A lot of those links you clicked onto Myspace, intentionally or through the social wind, passed through my mother board, as well as those with whom I closely work. Tireless hours of shaping raw copy into presentable, vocational material. Late nights, early mornings, emails at all hours. Meetings, meetings, meetings.
But at heart, I’m a writer. Writers write. It’s what defines a writer, a need to express. You could be the worst, someone with no grasp on grammar or structure or clarity, but it takes guts to put a pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) and share a part of yourself, be it personally or about something you love. It’s all under the same umbrella; often, it’s just different tiers of imposed standard.
And with this job, I’m both an editor and a writer. I can’t take credit for any of the amazing writing that’s gone up over the past year, and there is so much of it. But the one thing I’m proud of is that I was able to put passion into the writing I did have time to do. That, is a luxury. There were so many things that passed through the culture mill, and only few I could really find a voice for. I’m grateful for that.
I’d like to share that writing here, as a way to commemorate these 365 days. Feel free to read. Because that’s the point: I do this because it’s never just about me. It’s about those I work with, those I write about and those who read it. And I hope that by sharing all of this, it has some sort of effect, perhaps on the way you thought you viewed something or how you think of me. Maybe you’d even be entertained. The bottom line: it’s been great so far, and I thank you for reading. Here’s to what’s to come.
Popping in quickly to plug two recent reviews for my friends over at Myspace: here’s one about Future Islands’ new record Singles(emotional, masculine, complex synth-pop), and another about Cloud Nothings’ new one Here and Nowhere Else(intense, pummelling, anguished punk).
This year, I was lucky enough to be invited to the Oscars. While every girl I knew squealed and asked what I was wearing I was riddled with anxiety. The day before the Oscars I had a fitting with Dior where I got to try on…
Damn this brings back some fresh memories from my grade school’s monthly skate night when I was only in 5th grade. Though this was really the only hit that 702 achieved, it’s still a solid RnB record and most likely because it was written and produced by the one and only Missy Elliot.
Auto-reblog but also “Steelo” and “Get It Together” were hits for them, not just this.
There’s a line on this record where Kim raps “Got the camcorder laying in the drawer where he can’t see / Can’t wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy.” If that’s not the most foul, amazing line you’ve ever heard, then you clearly have a higher shock threshold than me.