EIF – Songs I’ve Been Digging Lately

Alrighty folx,

Full disclosure, I took this idea from Facebook. Not sure where the term “FIF” came from, but the first time I ever heard it was on the Game Grumps’ Lovelies Facebook group.

Over there they use the term “f— it Friday’s” but I am trying to use less swearing on this blog (it won’t be completely devoid of swearing, but I know harsh language like that offends a lot of folx, so I’m trying harder to be more inclusive and make y’all feel comfortable here!) so I’ve decided to change it to Eff It Friday’s for this blog. Not sure if this will be an every week thing, but I’m going to try it out and see how it goes! It won’t always be playlists, by the way. That’s the point of Eff It Friday’s.

This list is so long, and there are so many more good songs that I could add, but I tried to keep it as short as I could.

Here’s the actual playlist on Spotify.

My music taste varies heavily in terms of genre and era, but I’m going to try to categorize to the best of my abilities here.

Pop/pop punk/pop rap:

• If You Want Love – NF
• Doctor Doctor – YUNGBLUD (EXPLICIT)
• I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Want To Die Anymore (Not explicit per se, but the subject matter is kinda sensitive)
• Like I Wanna Die – Kev Ghost (EXPLICIT. And mentions of medication)
• ilomilo – Billie Eilish
• “The Take Over, The Breaks Over” – Fall Out Boy
• Morph – twenty one pilots
• Vegas Lights – Panic! At The Disco
• Crazy – Makeout
• High Hopes – Panic! At The Disco
• The Hype (Berlin) – twenty one pilots
• California – YUNGBLUD (EXCPLICIT)
• Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save The Scene and Stop Going to Shows) – Fall Out Boy
• hope for the underrated youth – YUNGBLUD
• Champion – Fall Out Boy
• I Love Me – Demi Lovato (EXPLICIT. Also mentions of eating disorders)
• Someone New – Hozier
• The Village – Wrabel
• Hate Myself – NF
• Why Worry – Set It Off
• GUY.exe – Superfruit
• Alibis – Marianas Trench
• Migraine – twenty one pilots
• Now I’m a Baby – Garrett Watts
• Friends – Jesse McCartney
• Bills, Bills, Bills – Glee Cast
• Popular Monster (cover) – Social Repose (EXPLICIT)
• Save That Shit (cover) – Social Repose (EXPLICIT)
• Truth Hurts – Lizzo (EXPLICIT)
• Strawberry Lipstick – YUNGBLUD (EXPLICIT)
• finally // beautiful stranger – Halsey
• Yours – Jesse McCartney

Christian:

• Save Me – Jason Lancaster
• Scandal of Grace (I’d Be Lost) LIVE – Hillsong UNITED
• Reckless Love – Cory Asbury
• Through All of It – Colton Dixon
• Happy – Matthew West
• Never Gone – Colton Dixon
• The Generous Mr. Lovewell – MercyMe
• Word of God Speak – MercyMe
• How He Loves – David Crowder Band
• Worn – Tenth Avenue North
• Difference Maker – NEEDTOBREATHE

“Oldies” (Sorry, Mom and Dad!)

• The Joker – Steve Miller Band
• Here Comes The Sun – The Beatles
• Heart and Soul – Huey Lewis and The News
• Everyday – Buddy Holly & The Crickets
• Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles
• Happy Together – The Turtles
• You Make My Dreams (Come True) – Daryl Hall & John Oates
• Africa – TOTO

Soundtracks:

Basically all I’ve been listening to in terms of soundtracks recently has been the Hamilton soundtrack because I recently watched it for the first time, but I just picked a few of my favourites for this playlist.

• My Shot – Hamilton (EXPLICIT)
• You’ll Be Back – Hamilton
• Wait For It – Hamilton (This was the first song from Hamilton that gave me chills!)

Let me know what you guys think of this idea and whether you’re interested in more of these “playlist” type posts.

I’d also love to know what you’re all listening to! Feel free to drop a comment below! 😀

As always, and especially in times like these, take care of yourselves and your loved ones, friends!

Paige

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Thoughts #3

Tired of pretending I’m more than a teenage music nerd with an unhealthy coffee addiction and far too much time on my hands.
I’m not some deep, philosophical person, I don’t speak (or think) in poetry and I’m a lot more black and white than I often pretend to be.

The Thing about Concerts (+ My Identity Crisis) — Mental Health Post #23

Hello again Friend!

As I’ve mentioned in the past, music means a lot to me. It’s one of the only things in my life that has stayed fairly consistent, and it’s one of the few things that make sense to me in this whirlwind we call life.
For as long as I can remember, concerts have been the equivalent of real life magic to me. It doesn’t matter what I feel like beforehand, as soon as I get in line everything changes for me. My adrenaline kicks in, and my heart picks up its pace, and everything feels all right for a few hours. I don’t have to worry what anybody thinks about me, I don’t have to worry about anything going on in my life, and I can just focus on the music, the band, the atmosphere, and the people around me who feel the same way as I do about music.
Anyone that knows me probably knows that I am usually a quiet person in public and I tend to keep to myself as much as possible, but stick me in the middle of a mosh pit and I am THERE. Concerts and church are the only places I am one hundred percent present and comfortable (CONFESSION TIME: this isn’t entirely true because I’m not always one hundred percent present in church. Everybody knows me there, and I get anxious about that sometimes, and I forget that God is the only one that matters).
I get this weightless feeling in my bones, and all of the switches in my head that are usually stuck on negative thoughts and hardships turn themselves off and let me breathe for once, and it seems like nothing can touch me at concerts. I refer to this feeling as “The Thing”.
Even though I have been punched in the face (unintentionally, someone was fist-pumping too hard and I found myself acquainted with his knuckles), scratched, sweat on, spit on, had alcohol spilled on me, and probably other things I’m forgetting, I can honestly say at least eighty percent of the time, it hasn’t even fazed me because I still felt The Thing and everything was okay.
So, when I saw Marianas Trench in March of this year and I didn’t feel The Thing, I was terrified, because if I couldn’t feel The Thing at concerts, I wondered if I’d ever be able to feel it again? Sometimes concerts are the only place I feel anything at all, let alone something as incredible as The Thing, so not being able to feel it in a place I had always felt it before it scared me more than I can put into words.
“Concert Fanatic/Music Nerd” had been my identity for so long, I didn’t know who I was outside of that and it almost sent me over the edge. I told my mom if I didn’t feel The Thing when I saw VOTA (a few weeks after Marianas Trench), I might need to go to the hospital because the only emotion I was able to feel at the time was pure terror, like being lost in a metaphorical dark forest at midnight with no flashlight while suffering from a bad case of amnesia. I was so lost and confused, I was almost ready to lie down and put my face in the dirt and refuse to go any further.
My counsellor at the time (I’ve recently stopped seeing her because we had very different view points on mental health, but I still think she’s a lovely person) suggested that maybe God had taken The Thing from me to show me that He wanted to be the most important thing in my life, and I rejected the idea completely at first, because surely God knew that I needed The Thing. Interestingly enough, though, I didn’t tell my mom that my counsellor said that and she said the same thing, so I started to wonder if it could be a possibility, even though I hated it. Mom’s other suggestion was that I was getting older, and maybe my feelings had changed, but I was fairly confident that wasn’t my problem.
Thankfully, I did feel The Thing for the first half of VOTA’s set, but other things happened that night during the second half of the set that made me question my identity further. I wondered who I was as a fan, as a Christian, and even as a human being. For weeks, all I wanted to do was cry because everything I thought I knew about myself was suddenly crumbling around me. I didn’t know who to trust anymore, and then God stepped in.
In the midst of my self-crisis, my church started a series called Only One, and we started talking about how idols aren’t usually golden calves and clay statues anymore, and I realized that music and concerts had become idols for me, and within those first few weeks of the series it became apparent to me that I had some serious re-evaluating to do.

And anything I put before my God is an idol,

And anything I want with all my heart is an idol,

And anything I can’t stop thinking of is an idol,

And anything that I give all my love is an idol. 

‘Cause I can sing all I want to, yes I can, sing I want to, and we can sing all we want to and we can sing all we want to, we can sing all we want to and still get it wrong,

Worship is more than a song. – “Clear The Stage” by Jimmy Needham, this section is 3:03-4:26

Before the Only One series, it was easy to say, “Oh, yeah, of course God is number one in my life” but He wasn’t, it was just something I said. Don’t get me wrong, I always wanted Him to be, but music was easier for me to understand, so I put most of my attention and devotion into it without ever noticing that I had done so.
Music is still incredibly important to me, and I imagine it always will be, but I’m learning to put God first, and love music second. It’s a process, though.
Music, bands, and everything else on earth always run the risk of changing and possibly letting me down, but they were never meant to save me, and they don’t have the power to do so. If I don’t put my trust in them, they can’t hurt me. God never changes, and He will never let me down.
I haven’t been to a concert since I saw VOTA, so I don’t know if I’ll feel The Thing or not, but I’m hoping by the time I go to my next concert that it won’t undo me again if I don’t.

(Concerts are fantastic, though, I’m not going to pretend for a second that they’re not!)

Music – Mental Health Post #6

Hello, hello Friends! 🙂

I’m really excited about this post because I’ve been planning it for awhile now, and it’s a much lighter topic than most of the other things I’ve posted this month!

People say that laughter is the best medicine, but laughter comes in third for me.