My Most Anticipated Albums of 2014

Sharing my favourite music of 2013 was a lot of fun, so I’ve decided to write another music post, this time detailing my most anticipated albums for 2014. Some of these artists have been away awhile, and absence has definitely made my heart grow fonder.

Without further ado, here are the albums I’m most looking forward to:

ImageWilco – Ninth Original Album (Mermaid Avenue releases not included)

It’s no secret that I love Wilco (I’m currently reading Greg Kott’s band biography, Learning How to Die, and listening to Sansone and Stirratt’s side project, The Autumn Defense), so it should come as no surprise that the forthcoming Wilco record tops my most wanted list.

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Pacing Myself: Philosophies on Writing and Exercise

I never enjoyed sports growing up. Hated watching them, and wasn’t any good at them. Naturally, living in a sports-obsessed community like the Gold Coast, I had a shitty time relating to people. (I was more about girls and music and Nintendo.) I know, right? What an inauspicious way to start a post. It’s not all bad. Since high school, I’ve found physical activities that I enjoy and don’t suck at, like hiking, kayaking, recreational swimming, and long-distance biking. I’ve done these things sporadically over the last seven years but, as a lanky, six-foot-two male with a light-speed metabolism, exercise never really seemed like a priority to me.

Enter 2013: the year my girlfriend and I broke the lazy streak and signed up for See Change Personal Training’s outdoor boot camp. (There were a few dalliances with personal trainers from 2010–2012, but I won’t get into those.) I know what I’m about to say will sound stupid and clichéd, but here goes: boot camp has genuinely changed my life. Not in a ‘It cured my cancer’ or ‘It helped me shake cocaine’ sort of way. Boot camp has made me a much happier person day-to-day. For perhaps the first time in my life, I actually look forward to exercising. I leave morning sessions feeling charged and ready for the day. I ran my first 5k this year – for fun. I’m not hardcore or obsessive about it; I don’t care about developing guns or a six-pack; and I don’t stringently monitor my times or gains. (But just so you know, I don’t look down on anyone who does those things. Everyone has different goals; I’m just not sure my routine would feel as rewarding if my priorities weren’t right for me.) Continue reading