I don’t know how people do life without a soundtrack. Music is my anchor, my hype, my therapy—except for country (though, full disclosure, I will belt “Friends in Low Places” at karaoke). My default? Britney’s “Oops I Did It Again,” always.
Today, Tame Impala (aka Kevin Parker) dropped a new track, Loser, and I was elated! He teased us earlier with End of Summer, and maybe—just maybe—a new album is coming. It’s been ten years since Currents. He’s made music since, sure, but nothing will ever be Currents. That’s the point. He’s grown. He’s changed. His sound evolved because he has. That’s life—no one stays where you left them.
That’s why certain artists become our favorites: their angst lines up with ours, their growth mirrors ours. Seeing Kevin live years back is still my concert highlight. I’d fly anywhere, pay whatever’s reasonable (or unreasonable), to do it again. Manifesting a 2026 tour.
I sometimes feel the same way when reading existential philosophy—oddly seen, even if it’s through the words of thinkers who are complicated, flawed, and, in Nietzsche’s case, often painfully misogynistic. It’s a reminder that connection can be messy, imperfect, and still meaningful. Music, for me, becomes the softer bridge—a band-aid, yes, but also a glimpse of what it might feel like to be fully understood.
Maybe someday.
LC
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Update: It seems the stars have aligned. Yes, we will be getting that new album, and I’ve already signed up presale tickets for the Deadbeat tour this fall. I don’t even have to wait until 2026. 🙌🏼
I’d like to think I manifested that. 🪄 💫 😉
Vibe with Me LC 