I have a confession to make. I did not like Blonde on my first listen. In a word, it was cold; compared to Channel Orange’s vibrant neo-soul soundtrack for an endless summer, Blonde was the bitter wind whipping across a snow-blanketed landscape. I was not caught up in the extremely speculative pre-release hype cycle either (I gave up hope after July 2015), so when the “Nikes” video dropped, I was not in a tizzy scrambling to watch it. In fact, I opted not to view the video and instead dive straight into the album, since “Nikes” kicked it off.
When I was just starting middle school, I thought Garrett Conners was the coolest person I had ever met in my entire life. Even though he was three years older than me, my friend Jared and I wanted to be just like him. There was something about his nonchalance that just oozed cool, and made us want to be him. Maybe it was because he was in a band, or because he wore Ray Ban Wayfarers (which were really cool at the time, I swear), but he just seemed so casual. He was basically Kyle from “Lady Bird,” but with fewer cigarettes.
You’re a teenager and it’s your first day back at school after a wonderful summer vacation. The air is still warm and your excitement about the coming year dominates any malevolent feelings you may have toward the early mornings and the monotonous schedule of lower education. In the fire drill line, you notice Vinny from math class last year.