2013 was the year that the bottom dropped out. It was a year, personally, that started with getting evicted (through no fault of our own, we were on a month-to-month lease and our landlord decided to give our spot to their family) and ended with getting laid off (again, there was nothing I could have done to prevent it). Some beloved people and one pet passed away. I started one band and quit another. I learned to get really, really comfortable with uncertainty, liminality, change, loss.
It was a year in which the conversations happening at the margins were pushed to center stage by necessity. Conversations about how independent art, music and film can survive without fucking people over; conversations about the failures of liberal commercialism; conversations about the necessity of centering women of color (particularly Black women) and trans* women in feminist discourse. Through all the failures of the old systems, we held up a mirror and light cracked through.
Into all those empty spaces, all those crumbling halls, we started building.
Here are some things that I loved in 2013:
The Best Show on WFMU getting its due
Young women in music and music criticism being brilliant both above and below the margins
The incredible people and relationships in my life, which only got stronger in the face of situational adversity