Missed Calls 2018 - For the Ones We Missed.
We are just one week away from the new year, so naturally, “Best of the Year” and “Top Albums of the Year” lists have arrived, showcasing artists that I know and love, some I’ve never heard of, and some in the middle of the spectrum.
Though it’s fun to read these lists and see what people consider “the best” of the year, these types of lists just aren’t for me.
Well, first, I don’t consider myself a music critic. My goal in music writing is to spread good music to good people. Simply put, if I write about it, I like it. …Enough to want to share it with you.
I’d much rather channel energy towards sharing good things than waste energy on a negative review or something that I don’t like. Why even give that project or song any shine at all? Like the old saying goes:
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
So, I choose to keep my lips sealed at times.
Furthermore, I feel like I’d be doing music a disservice by attempting to create a ”best of” list.
Some of my favorite albums of 2018, I never even wrote about. For all I know, my favorite song of all time is on a playlist that I’ve never pressed play on and my favorite album may have been overshadowed by a mainstream album released around the same time. I don’t know because I haven’t listened to everything. And realistically, I never will. But I am constantly discovering new artists and new music.
Now don’t get me wrong. Perhaps somewhere along the line, I’ll have a change in logic or a change of heart. But for now, it does not make sense for me to try and generate a fishbowl sized list when the music spans many oceans and I’ve only swam in a few pools, you know?
Instead of doing the seemingly impossible task of making a list of what I believe to be the “best” or “top” pieces of music from this year, I will spend the end of the year doing more of what I have been doing- spreading good music to good people.
So without further ado, I present to you “Missed Calls,” a new series comprised of music that I missed, or did not write about in a timely manner for whatever reason.
“Missed Calls” is for those drafts that I progressively worked on over the course of 2 weeks, just to delete, in fear of the content being “too old.”
“Missed Calls” is for those tracks and visuals` that became lost in the shuffle of my life, between working my day job, being a dog mom, attending events, warding off depression, eating, drinking, laughing, dancing, or just trying to find enough motivation to pick up the pen.
“Missed Calls” is a protest to the short attention span that the Age of Streaming has birthed in today’s society.
It is a nod of respect to all the hard work and dedication that artists put into their music, just for people to give it a few listens and move on to the next “new” thing. The time that you put in was valuable. And your content is valuable as well, whether it was released 1 month ago or 1 year ago.
“Missed Calls” is a dedication to Mac Miller, a beautiful soul lost too soon in 2018. His music touched me when my own thoughts became toxic to my well-being. His words soothed me and brought about a calmness with the feeling that someone else can relate; that I’m not as crazy as I think I am.
Missed Calls is one of my favorite Mac Miller songs. I haven’t written about it yet. But one day, I will. RIP Mac. You are dearly missed.
From Nigeria, With Love.