Sep
21st
Tue
21st
At the club, I noticed that we all began to place our hand over our hearts while singing along to the music. Very little contemporary music provokes this gesture, at least for twentysomethings who’ve seen and done it all. But it kept on happening, over and over again, and I couldn’t help but think about it. It’s an involuntary gesture born out of an artist’s lyricism and intonation. That night, I did it most frequently during the quieter moments, the ones that spoke to familiar emotional states of the past months.
— Britt Julious, here
