These are my favorite songs of 2017. Or, perhaps a more apt description is, these are the 2017 songs that I could listen to repeatedly without getting annoyed.
I have three rules when it comes to contemporary music I’ll listen to: 1. Must have little to no electric guitar. 2. Must be danceable while simultaneously 3. inciting full-throated sing-along.
2017 was not the year. R&B and Hip/hop (especially the latter) reached new heights of emotional intimacy, eloquence, and righteous anger. Pop music embraced subdued beats and medium-range vocals that expressed societal malaise and listlessness. And brassy Latin music made a comeback as the sole source of positive dance-vibes.
2017 was a year of many voices--a lot of them unreasonable and cruel; a lot of them heard at work, on the bus, on Twitter and in the news. Music became an outlet for the other side, and consequently became another arena for a whole other set of voices. Music in 2017 was an impossible place to turn to. To shut off and recharge after the daily barrage of headline and push-notified ignorance. In short, I had little to no music as a source of pure joy, the sole reason I listen to, dance to, and sing with it.
Regardless, I did enjoy some songs. I’m not callous nor completely ignorant. But 2017 was not a year of dancing. It was not a year of feeling that uncontrollable urge to sing along. It was sad, and so was much of its art. In lieu, I turned to the only constants: classical and jazz of yore.
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