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Winter Dinner

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Winter Dinner

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Winter Dinner is a recurring music project in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 03, 2025 and January 03, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as “I make a list. Winter Dinner, I call it. It’s a fittingly cheesy name”. It most often appears alongside @byrellthegreat, @fysicaltherapy, A Small Fruit Song.

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  • Category: Music
  • Mention count: 1
  • Issue count: 1
  • First seen: January 03, 2025
  • Last seen: January 03, 2025

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The End Of The Year
January 03, 2025 · Original source
WHAT I DID Tuesday, December 30 I struggle with specificities of Resolution - there are things I care about in the new year, but these feel more like seasonal ideals, wrought in the empty clarity of colder months and then you hope, adapting gently and seamlessly as time passes. Health, reverence, the discipline to resist the slop of it all until you cease to desire things of excess and rot in the first place. I return to New York today. I start my New Year today, too. I feel too bogged down by too much to wait. I am trying to feel pure again. I write big letters in my planner - First Week Of The Year. I write in little letters below - I am trying to feel pure again. Back in the city means there's a party and I'm feeling really sick of talking about these things. I'm feeling like a scene as defined as "social circle" is a wonderful thing to have, but a scene as in "microcosm of politics and culture and the malaise and dreams of our times" is something that I shouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. David is telling me about everyone who's going to the party and he's listing off so many names and then he says oh wait it's actually just three people and he says oh they want us to bring beer and then he says do you want to split an uber with some other friends I didn’t know were in town and then I feel like I'm being absolutely ripped off and so I absolutely refuse to attend. Instead, another Party, I trail David to his friend's house. Mostly people I don't know, but I'm feeling pleasant. The boys are playing on a vintage video game console that someone got for free, and I find solitude in the hallway - surprisingly long and isolated for a Chinatown apartment. I pace up and down the hallway like it's a treadmill and I play on my phone. It's kind of dark. I would be an eerie sight walking up and down by myself here, but no one can see me. David tells me later that everyone could hear my thumping footsteps going an and and on. I didn't know this at the time, though. I walk two miles in the hallway. A really weird thing to do, but it's raining outside and the night feels quietly spooky in a way I want to embrace. Now and then someone on their way to the freezer to replenish the jäger crosses my path, but I avoid collision with ease. I'm listening to music that sounds particularly sweet. I want to bunch it all together. I make a list. Winter Dinner, I call it. It's a fittingly cheesy name. A playlist title should sound cheap. These are some songs in a playlist. If someone actually played this at a dinner it would probably be a little bit much. Playlists probably shouldn’t even exist. We should probably only listen to albums. The titles of sloppy curation shouldn’t make sense. Winter Dinner Elliott Smith - Rose Parade

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