Maia Hembruff: This November I surprisingly changed my ways and became a podcast enjoyer — so this month I have to offer you a podcast rather than a tune. I love locking in to a good podcast during my daily commutes, and when I get through “The Daily” episode from The New York Times, I turn on “The Warblers by Birds Canada” podcast. It’s a great listen for any of my fellow bird lovers out there, and so far I’ve enjoyed the episodes it has to offer!
Sadie Brandt: November has been a fever dream. Both incredibly short and seemingly never-ending, I chose a song to encapsulate my whiplash and confusion: “We Ran Out of CD Space” by Psychostick. I first heard this song in my living room at 7 years old, and the vibrant imagery has stuck with me ever since. If I had to pick a favorite lyric, it would have to be, “What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon that shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate?” That’s where I’ve been recently.
Ella Gerdts: This month, I’m celebrating my one-year anniversary with my boyfriend, and my heart is so full. I feel incredibly honored to have spent the past year with him, and what an amazing year it has been. In honor of our anniversary, I’m dedicating this month’s staff pick to him: “All My Loving” by The Beatles. To me, this song perfectly captures what it feels like to be loved wholeheartedly. Funnily enough, it was one of the first songs he ever played for me when we met, and it still makes me smile every time I hear it. I’m endlessly grateful to be with someone who cheers for me in everything I do. Happy anniversary, Enrique! I love you!
David Okula: At this point, all of you know that my staff pick is usually going to include some sort of sports reference any chance I can get. With that being said, my pick for this month is Boston Red Sox star Roman Anthony’s walk-up song: “Electric Feel” by MGMT. Every time I heard this song as Anthony came up to the plate, I couldn’t get it out of my head for the rest of the night. It climbed the ranks of my most-listened-to songs as the season progressed with its addictive retro sound and catchy lyrics. If you couldn’t tell, I miss watching Anthony play baseball and hearing this song blare through the Fenway Park speakers.
Morganne Judd: I think it’s only fitting that for this month, my staff pick is a Sabrina Carpenter song. This month, my dad surprised me with tickets to go see Sabrina Carpenter live at the “Short n’ Sweet Tour.” I fangirled over every single song that Carpenter sang, but my favorite was definitely the performance of “Busy Woman” from the “Short n’ Sweet” deluxe album.
Nora Kelley:
Since it’s the holiday season, I will be spending a lot of time at home with my family and hometown friends. So, for my staff pick, I chose “Dinner With Friends” by Kacey Musgraves. I can’t wait to spend time with everyone I grew up with. This is my favorite time of year, as it’s a needed reminder to keep my friends and family close. A needed break and some dinner with friends will do me well before finals start in December.
Sully Cummins:
This is going to be my most white boy staff pick to date. I’m going with a song called “Taxes” by Geese. I was reluctant to give this band a shot at first because of how popular they’d been getting. My resistance to the trend was holding fast until I heard these two songs for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t stopped listening since and have been checking out their whole discography. The list of liked songs I have on Spotify from this band is getting longer and longer.
Brigid Locke:
“Cellophane” by The Runarounds has basically become the soundtrack of my Amtrak commute. When you’re doing the 9-to-5 grind and hopping on a train three or four days a week, the exhaustion hits in a very real way. But for whatever reason, this song snaps me out of that half-asleep, coffee-hasn’t-hit-yet fog every single time. There’s something about the opening notes that wakes me up, resets my brain and makes the whole routine feel a little lighter. It’s the tiny boost I didn’t know I needed, but now I literally rely on it.
