Throwback Thursday: Songs

If you’ve been keeping up, for the month of August we’re posting our favorite #tbt content related to coming of age and growing up. This week we’re picking songs!

Email us your favorite coming of age content to mylatehomework@gmail.com and we may feature it later this month in our Monthly Audience Picks.

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Shefali's Picks:

Any Road - George Harrison

I think I’ve been stuck in the “finding myself” stage ever since I got my period when I was 12 and it decided to mess up my hormonal balance for the rest of my life. I remember in that first year of “becoming a woman,” I experienced my first taste of what depression was and also started to see the real world through the cracks of the fractured bubble I had grown up in.

Although I always had passions, I would often complain to my parents about the lack of structure that I so desperately wanted. I wanted one specific path to lead me to success when really I was so passionate about so many different forms of art; music, film, and performance--that I had no idea how to achieve any of my goals.

One day my Dad said, “I was listening to the George Harrison solo album and I think you should listen to this song.” So I rolled my eyes and gave the song a listen and OF COURSE he was right (my parents are usually right no matter how much I try to deny it!).

I felt so moved by the song. I still WISH I could be as carefree as this song and not worry about my destination and how I’m getting there. And though I’m still a worrier it's nice to be reminded to not take myself so seriously and to just enjoy the ride.

Youth - Daughter

The first time I heard this song I couldn’t stop crying. On the surface it is a simple song about heartbreak, but the way it so purely and perfectly encapsulates how young people feel about love (and the incredible hopelessness that comes along with it) really moved me. It also touches on the importance of feeling, despite how hard letting in your emotions may be.

This song feels so personal and intimate to my own life and the times my heart has been broken, but also showed me why it was so important for my heart to break. It really contributed to the whole learning to let myself be human and revel in my sadness thing that Inside Out also taught me.

I also remember walking down a street in Galway, Ireland around the time when my heart was broken, and passing by a street performer who was playing this song. My two companions had no idea what he was playing, but I stopped and after the busker was done singing I went up to him and we talked about the song. And though I'll probably never see this person again, I felt that I shared a special connection with him over the song and its meaning.

Rebecca's Picks

Glory Glory - And the Kids

Speaking of songs that make us cry, this song also made me cry the first time I heard it. I found Glory Glory at a transitional point in my life, during an And the Kids show at the tail end of my final semester of college. I was feeling unsure of my future, and stuck in Boston while the city was hemorrhaging all my friends who were moving to Los Angeles.

Glory Glory breaks down into a repetition of the line “we all say we’re okay,” which made me reflect upon the many many Many times in my life where I said I was okay when I wasn't, often for the sake of other people. Part of growing up for me has been learning that I don’t have to be an emotional martyr, and it's okay to not feel okay. At that concert, conjuring up a lot of repressed emotions, the song's refrain made me promptly burst into tears, which honestly makes this sound like a terrible memory, but it was truly cathartic. Now, Glory Glory fondly takes me back to Allston, reminds me of the bittersweet possibility that can come out of uncertainty, and has introduced me to the useful term floor milk.  

Hot Fuss - The Killers

Is it cheating to choose a whole album? Maybe, but it’s also my website, so I'll just say it's fine.

The Killers hold a dear place in my heart as the first band I truly felt ownership over. Ignore for a moment that the radio played (and continues to play) Mr. Brightside all the time, and join me in believing that The Killers were my own unique discovery. Hot Fuss was my point of entry-- how novel of 14 year old me to start with their first album! It was the first CD I bought with my own money, a decision reached after reading a lot of Amazon reviews on the computer at my local library, and it was pretty much all I listened to freshman year of high school. Until that point, I didn’t have a favorite artist, so I latched onto Brandon Flowers and Co. pretty quickly.

A slippery slope of music discovery soon followed-- the discography of Vampire Weekend, The Decemberists, Arcade Fire, and LCD Soundsystem quickly lined the very punk pink and black cd rack I had made in middle school shop class. I became an annoying kid who made everyone else in stage crew listen to Fleet Foxes and--save for our supervising teacher-- THEY WERE NOT ABOUT IT. Ultimately I owe Hot Fuss for piquing my interest in music beyond Now That’s What I Call… CDs, which I think is a pretty big deal.