On My Side

Joel Frieders | July 11, 2017

I've been forcing myself out of constantly dipping my body into the hourly news cycle by picking one song after lunch every day and fully immersing myself in it. Maybe this is the only way I can get the fucking news out of my heart. I have to physically shove myself into my former self because I keep having this feeling that I'm losing who I was because the bigots are winning.

I randomly chose Gordi's "On My Side" this afternoon and I'm a fucking puddle right now. 

At the risk of sounding like a cornball, I'm just going to type my first words without any outside influence: 

Gordi sounds like hope. 

I wish I had this song in my head the last three times I felt like quitting. I wish I had this rhythm on my lap the last time I forgot what this felt like. I wish I could somehow permanently affix this song's vibe inside my brain with a fucking post it note.