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Im never sure what day it is.
Im doing face masks at all hours of the day.
So here are my quarantunes, what Im listening to and shimmying to in our newly socially distant world.
Theyre for feeling moody or for feeling frisky, or for dancing around your apartment.
Welcome to my weird, fussy brain my Bose speaker welcomes you to this chaos.
Steve Lacy, N Side
… And where are we staying, my friends?
I have spent hours in my living room, at my computer, with this song on repeat.
Its pleasant white noise with a little groove, and Steve Lacy could strum more than that guitar.
Haim, Summer Girl
I am 67 percent nicer in the summer.
(We have the same birthday I am contractually obligated to stan.)
This is the only life sentence Ill accept.
Whitney Houston, Its Not Right But Its Okay
Nothing about our current situation is right.
Nothing about it is okay.
But Im going to make it anyway!
But actually this was an anthem for a pandemic, and Grande was ahead of her time.
(I have been practicing emotional distance, for better or worse, since my birth.)
Id rather be alone tonight, she declares.
you might say you love me through the phone tonight.
Monica, Dont Take It Personal (Just One of Dem Days)
I am a moody gal.
In the morning I am always hopeful Ill go on a walk!
I wont spend all day scrolling through bad and worse news updates!
Ill start a craft!
but around two or 2:30 I start feeling bad.
Monica understands: nothing is permanent or definite.
This is the best four minutes and 18 seconds of alone time my Spotify can give me.
Junglepussy, Trader Joe
Im?
Messy, and have spent so much time in supermarket checkout lines.
Appreciates a little drama, and is about going to the supermarket.
Doja Cat, Cyber Sex
The internet is a horny place and unfortunately the internet is all we have.
Megan Thee Stallion, Cognac Queen
Theres no quarantine tie-in for this one.
Im just drinking and dancing around my apartment to this one.
For me, this has always been the self-titled albums most important song.
This is a slinky, breathy, R&B-trap hybrid, with a gorgeous accompanying video.
Ray Liotta lasering his peepers into Debi Mazar, Debi Mazar stumbling as they make eye contact cinema!
Quarantining with our without a significant other is a little bit more fun if we can [redacted].
I have the taste in music of a 40-year-old aunt that doesnt want you running around in her house.
These songs are sexy, seductive, joyous!
