concept playlist catalogue

A playlist for late night drives without destination;

+ You walk out of your shitty roadside motel room that you’ve been staying in since you ran away from home. It hasn’t been cleaned since the 50s but at least no one will find you out here, in the middle of the desert. You head towards the ice machine, but someone is already there. It’s the most popular girl in school, who you’ve had a crush on since 6th grade. She’s run away too.

+ You and your fed-up punk friends attempt to summon a demon at your all girls catholic boarding school, determined to wreck some wacky havoc on the oppressive staff. But the fun doesn’t last long as you realize you have unleashed something far more sinister. Something that doesn’t slam doors or break windows but drips deep into your psyche and reveals the meaning of pure evil.

+ The year is 1987, You’re part of a ragtag band of misfits that have been friends since childhood. All of you are gay, but no one has admitted it yet so rifts are forming in the gang. One summer morning you roller skate over to your best friend, the only other girl in the groups house to tell her you’re in love with her. Will it tear group apart once and for all or bring you back together?

+ You’re 17 and in love with your manic pixie dream girl of a best friend. It’s a wednesday night in early june and you can’t sleep because all you can think about is her stupid perfect crooked smile and just when you think you can’t stand it anymore you hear a tapping at your window. You open it and there she is, with that smile. She asks you if you want to go on an adventure. You’ve never wanted anything more.  

+ July is the season of rabid dogs. There’s something about the constantness of the heat that drives spikes into the head. This year there’s a new plague: the teenage girls. They are sick. The are restless. They are hungry. Their bare feet burn on the hot concrete but they won’t stop until they have tasted the blood of every abusive man in town.

+  You and your closest friends sit on the roof of your suburban house watching the sunset. The crisp, nearly-autumn breeze blows against your oversized hoodie while you sip cheap, lukewarm beer from a paper bag. No one says anything, no one has to.

+ It’s 1:30 am and you’re driving out of the city with your girlfriend asleep in the passenger seat. there are lights glowing on the highway and in the city behind you but it feels like it’s just the two of you, and you wish it could last forever

+ The year is 1975. The Russians went ahead and nuked us and well, just about everyone died. But don’t worry! There were a few survivors. You and your gang find yourselves with the entirety of west Hollywood all to yourselves and nothing keeping you from the thousands of mansions and all the goodies they might hold

+ You’re on the road with a crappy RV you bought somewhere sketchy with your best friend and her dog on the trip of a lifetime trying to make it as a bluegrass singer. You fall in love over crumpled maps, roadside lemonade, campfire sing alongs, and grimy dive bars where you pay for meals by washing dishes.

+ You walk into your room, satin gown flowing in your wake,You dramatically collapse into a dark velvet chair as if the cameras are rolling. You put on a record and pour your fourth glass of red wine. Your fifth husband has mysteriously died, good thing he left everything to you in the will.

+ You’re at a Halloween party in the basement of a seedy punk club, so wasted you can’t see straight. The ground starts shaking. More than it was before, are you imagining it? No. The bands screaming has gone from angry to terrified. The apocalypse is happening right now.

+ You stand in front of the house at the edge of town. The house with boarded up windows. The house with broken glass in the yard instead of flowers, like everyone else in your small misty mountain town. The house no one talks about. The house you only go when you have nowhere else to go. You have someone to find in there, someone you need to bring home.

+ Is there any place better to dissociate than a roller rink?

+ Everything is perfect here. It’s a nice cabin, tucked away in the depths of the Ozarks. The lake is right out back so she can swim whenever she wants. Swimming makes her happy. And all of this is to make her happy. This morning you wake up early to watch the sun rise over the water. It’s a perfect morning for a perfect place, golden light seeping through everything. Highlighting orange starting to creep into the leaves. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s almost October. Yes, this place is perfect. But it’s time to go home.

+ You’re a music producer who died overdosing on cocaine at a club in the 70s. You awaken in the exact spot you died in the year 2073. You’re hungry, thirsty, and hornier than you’ve ever been. But most importantly, you look as fly as you always have and you’re surrounded by beautiful women.

+ She’s an urban witch. A drugstore sorceress, mixing potions of Xanax and gasoline. Selling them on a street corner in the east village. No one knows her name, few know her face, But they say you’ll know her when you see her. You approach her on a chilled November night and offer a pack of cigarettes for a love potion. Hands shaking with anxiety and cold. She looks you in the eye and tells you you don’t need love potion. She’ll give you everything you want for free.

+ My boyfriend Oliver. I know this isn’t a concept but he’s super cute and i love him so let me live……DM me if you wanna see pics

+ You’re driving through the depths of the Appalachian mountains on a foggy night. You see a dark figure with glowing eyes up ahead at the edge of your headlights and your heart stops beating. No. It can’t be him…. He wasn’t supposed to be able to find you all the way up here I. You get closer and your shoulders relax, It’s just an old man. He smiles when you pass, his milky eyes reflecting back at you like stars. probably just a friendly local out for a late night stroll. You’re safe. It’s fine. Only 10 miles to go. Your engine dies the moment you realize that human eyes dont glow.

+ You’re a nerd, a nobody, the kid who sits by herself at lunch. The kid who never talks and never gets noticed by anyone. Yet here you are, dressed in your big sisters clothes, standing in the coolest girl in schools living room while a party rages around you. Tonight you’re going to be cool. Tonight you’re going to be the life of the party. Tonight she’s finally going to realize you exist. This is either the bravest thing you’ve ever done or the stupidest.

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

although your chest aches and you feel empty, you lay back on your bed knowing that this sadness will pass you by. the sun shines brightly through your window. your clothes are soft against your skin. you will be okay.

you march in a protest for something you believe in. your hands grip the sign you made last night and your throat burns from the chanting you’ve been doing. the night air is cool but you burn bright with resistance.

you lay back on the mossy ground of a forest clearing. life is too much. too hectic, too unkind. your eyes follow the path of the clouds in the sky as you peer through the trees, waiting for nature to take its course and swallow you.

you speed along an empty california highway. the desert stretches for miles in either direction on each side of the two-lane interstate and your car leaves dust in its wake. you’re going 85, top down, music blasting.

you’re a young witch who lives in a small house on the edge of the city. you’ve done nothing but help people with your abilities, but recently someone made you very angry. you dance around your space as you plot your revenge.

the sun is setting as you lay back on your roof. the last few rays of light wash over your body. the breeze is soft and cool. you close your eyes and bask in the warmth, knowing the last days of summer are passing you by.

it’s 1989 and you’re standing behind your high school. a cigarette dangles from your lips. you should be in fourth period, but class is boring and you aren’t. you don’t belong here.

remember to send in concepts, and make sure to follow the playlists I’ll be updating them in the future 

its the year 1997 you’re a teen at the shopping center. you’re warm in your jean jacket. you end up in the video store after a long day of shopping ur deciding what vhs to take home. as you walk through the aisles of movies you can hear the radio playing on the store’s speakers. 

its past midnight you’re on the train and you’re heading home after a concert. you sit down with your head against the window. you’re still buzzed with energy from the show yet you can feel the tiredness coming over you. you pop ur headphones in and stare out the window as thought after thought crosses your mind

you’re in the midst of a hard time. you’re plagued with stressful thoughts that you keep choosing to ignore. you have the strongest urge to change everything about yourself. you want something new. you’re home alone and you decide what you need is a change. you cut your hair. you get out hair dye. maybe this is what will comfort you for now.

the few minutes right before you drift off to sleep. your thoughts are filled with the person you are infatuated with. plagued with scenarios you daydream about all day. you lay there and think about what holding their hand would be like. what it would be like to be loved by them. although it may never happen this is enough for now. you listen to music as you fall asleep to the thought of them

you’re a kid in the 2010s. you’re outside playing in the backyard. you sit on the chalk stained pavement and you can hear the radio playing from inside. you distractedly sing along to the songs as you enjoy the warm summer air and a orange creamsicle. you think about the shows you’ll watch on the tv later. you’re a child with no complete worries. these are the songs that’ll bring you nostalgia later in life. 

music recommendations:

here is the music I listened to in september.  

this is the music i’ve been listening to in october.  

remember to send in ur requests! and let me know what u think! make sure to follow the playlists and my spotify (jocidiamandis) as ill be updating them in the future <3

summer of 1989, u sit in a 7/11 parking lot in the back of ur friend’s truck sipping on a blue raspberry slushy. the sun is starting to set. u both gossip about school, and crushes while the radio plays. a day you’ll yearn for when ur all grown up.

getting lost on a road trip with ur best friend. its around 3am and ur both tired. you decide to sleep at a motel. you can hear the sounds of people as u walk to ur room. laying in ur bed you can hear the faint music from the room next door. the tv is playing as u both pass out on the bed.

ur the protagonist in a coming of age movie. ur 16 with so much to learn. the world is at ur fingertips. this is ur soundtrack. 

laying on ur best friend’s twin sized mattress. her head resting on ur lap. making plans about the future. talking about college and moving in together. singing along to her record player. staring at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. hearing crickets outside the window. you both laugh into the night.

love. the soft kind. the type of love you’ll remember well into ur 70s. the dance with ur lover in the kitchen with a record playing kind of love. the type of love when u know they’re ur soulmate from the start. days filled with laying in their arms in the morning sun, giggling and talking about marriage. the love that u tell ur children of. the best love of all.

being a teen and the innocence that comes with ur first love. the naive part of u thinking you’d be with them forever. the nasty heartbreak that comes for u when u least expect. laying in ur bed at night and crying urself to sleep. it feels like the world is ending but little do u know it’ll be okay. not right now but eventually. this is the lesson ur first love teaches u

knowing ur not ur lover’s only. choosing to ignore their scent on ur lover. all those late nights waiting up for ur lover knowing they were with someone else. it hurts but u refuse to lose them. you’d rather share than not have nothing at all. a little love is better than none.

hufflepuff; rays of sun through windows, shy blushes, toothy grins, the feeling of grass on bare feet, hugs that last too long, the warm view of black lake from your favorite classroom, the taste of chamomile tea, the grip of your best friend’s hand

ravenclaw; re-reading favorite novels, knowing glances, the night sky from the top of the astronomy tower, the comfort of an old sweater, the crisp pages of a new journal, quiet midnight chats, appreciation for the little things, anxious anticipation

slytherin; the smell of upcoming rain, the comfort of your favorite nook in the hogwarts dungeons, sharp laughter, the smugness of acing a test, telling a secret to your closest friend, mumbled witty remarks, preferring coffee to tea, the glow of candles

+ a bonus:

red: blood pounding, clenched fists, smoky skies, split lips / phoenix fire, rising sun / look at just how far we’ve come orange: crackle of a campfire, summer heat / cruising down the highway with the sunroof open / upbeat 

concept: the gods haven’t been heard from in centuries, but whispers of their return are surfacing, along with a deep feeling of dread. insp

a lot of you seem to like my playlists so here is a master post of all my playlists up to this point! they’re constantly being added to and updated!!

all my current favorites

when you’re in love

when you feel like you’re on a cloud

when you’re making art

feeling angry and intimidating

jumping around and punching things

when you’re studying + focusing

songs that sound like you’re at an indie house party

modern songs that sound 80′s

dancing around at night under streetlights

when you feel like you’re in an indie movie

when you feel like swaying in your room

when you’re feeling hot

songs for misfits

dancing in your bedroom

feeling like you’re floating

feeling like a bad ass woman

when you’re feeling groovy

exploring the world

throwbacks (80′s - 00′s)

sad songs

songs that are like the specific type of pop that is charli xcx

when you need to be grounded back to earth

when you’re stargazing

u live in an old abandoned church nd ur only friends r the 3-eyed deer who eat the dead leaves

ur buying prank supplies with ur friends in a haunted walmart nd u make a ghost pal

it’s 1954 nd ur plannin the the perfect heist w ur gf at the local dinner nd u can’t stop ordering strawberry milkshakes, it’s all v gay

listen here

it’s two in the morning and he’s helping you down from a cold marble counter-top so you can dance around the kitchen floor. a kettle is whistling and rain drums on the windows. this is the first time you feel truly wanted.

you’re in the car with someone you love, driving towards the ocean. the sun is shining behind you. everything has a warm glow and, for once, the only thing that matters is how you feel. 

it’s 1893 and you’re laying in a field of violets with your lover. it’s almost night, and almost winter, so you know nothing will last, but for now, you’re going to just stay there. you think this is what the romantic poets were talking about when they wrote about love. there’s something enchantingly terrifying about the extravagant and corrupt society that is bound to destroy you soon enough.

a bright disillusioned summer’s just begun in new york in 1924, and you’re going to spend it getting involved in drama that you have no business in. you can’t really stand the people you’re around, but they throw great parties. might as well spend your days acting like you’ve seen it all already.

you’re in your first apartment and it’s too small and it’s raining and you’re a little stoned, but your succulents and the sound of raindrops hitting the window are gently comforting

you are cursed to live in an abandoned church that has been overgrown with vines and filled with damp earth. you spend your days with sun-bleached deer bones and your nights with the ghost of a young man, whose lips are always just barely too cold on your neck

you’re twelve years old, and you and your weird but likable neighbor have decided to go on a road trip (i.e. however far you can get on your bikes before it gets dark and your mom calls you home because the pizza’s here), so you blast your boombox as you ride off down the road

it’s 1988 and you’re at a shitty house party and not feeling it, so you make eye contact with the girl who likes the smiths a little too much and decide to go make out with her in the bathroom

it’s midnight and you’re drinking shitty coffee in a rundown diner that’s nearly empty. you think this place may only exist after 11PM. in fact, you think this place may not really exist at all

it’s 1978 nd ur chillin w ur vampire byf in his basement nd he rly likes the taste of boxed wine even tho it makes him puke

u nd ur friends r following an abandoned train track cause an old man told u there’s a werewolf cave at the end of it nd all u have on u r a couple of flashlights, a broken compass, nd a packet of gummy worms

its 3 days before the end of the world so ur sitting in the middle of the highway in a fur coat getting high with ur dog