Sunday Brunch Playlist: A Curation of Songs That Go Well With Mimosas and Avocado Toast

The playlist provides sweet, upbeat tunes tossed with happy lyrics and floaty melodies. It’s perfect for playing while you and your friends chow down on whatever foods your brunch-loving heart desires. Finally, a playlist full of songs no one would dare complain about. So go ahead, turn on Spotify, bob your head to some happy tunes, and munch on some delicious brunch goodies with your pals.

Here’s the list of songs:

  1. M79 – Vampire Weekend
  2. Hang Loose – Alabama Shakes
  3. Goodmorning – Bleachers
  4. Come Save Me – Jagwar Ma
  5. Island In The Sun – Weezer
  6. Ooh La La – Faces
  7. Where Is My Mind? – Pixies
  8. Let’s Dance – David Bowie
  9. Stay Alive – Jose Gonzalez
  10. Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson
  11. New Soul – Yaem Naim
  12. Society – Eddie Vedder
  13. Be OK – Ingrid Michaelson
  14. After Hours – The Velvet Underground
  15. The Cave – Mumford & Sons
  16. You’ve Got The Love – Florence + The Machine
  17. Someone New – Hozier
  18. Send Me On My Way – Rusted Root
  19. God Only Knows – Beach Boys
  20. Feel It All Around – Washed Out

Alternatively, if you have a Spotify account, you can check out the playlist here:

What are some of your favorite tunes to play during Sunday brunch? Let us know in the comments!

Journey To Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 4

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 3 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 3 here.

Saturday morning, I woke up with an entire day of training until we headed off to Xi’an. Vincent, my traveling partner hailing from France, had come to the school for one month to learn Tai chi. He is on a four-month journey through East Asia.

The heat rose with the sun and we all poured sweat during training. The trip to Xi’an was the carrot to pull me through a hard day’s training. It got to 102 degrees and we didn’t even need training to sweat — just being alive was enough.

Eight hours and a cold shower later, we were off to get a bus to Wudang. When we arrived, we found a familiar hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The jovial owner greeted us. He was happy to see us again, I hoped. “Yi Ge Jiao Zi, Yi Ge Chow Mian, and uhhh, Yi Ge,” I said as I pointed at the pot of stewing chicken thighs. I had asked for dumplings, noodles, and one piece of chicken. We filled our bellies with noodles, dumplings, and chicken for our up coming journey. That night we would wait until 11 pm to catch a taxi to Shiyan and from there we would take a 7-hour train ride to Xi’an. Vincent and I headed down to the river and were surprised by a beautiful sun setting in the distance. Thank God that thing was finally going down.

The walkway and river, or what was left of it, was filled with people. Kids playing in the water, older folks had chairs set up chatting and laughing as they fanned themselves with real Chinese fans! Some farmers were still out trying to sell a few more watermelons before day’s end and some men sucked down cigarettes while playing a Chinese board game similar to chess. It was nice to see people out and about enjoying life. All coming together at the end of the day, it felt very homey. Community. The community was strong in Wudang and you could just feel it in the spirit of the people. I think it is something we miss in the west. We are so scared of each other, so much fear, and we are forced to be independent as a sign of strength. I think it leaves us with a lot of problems with depression and anxiety. But hey, I ain’t no psychologist!

Getting a taxi was always somewhat of a game and you had to bargain. The driver would always give us a really expensive price at first, but we were ferocious. We wanted the price they gave to Chinese people. So we approached the first taxi in a line of three and told him where we wanted to go. He put 235 on his phone calculator. We laughed and told him sixty. He scoffed and punched in 180 and at that point, we just walked to the next taxi. We told him the second driver where we wanted to go and he started with 160 on his phone calculator. Better but not good enough. We told him sixty and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He started saying something in Chinese and then the first taxi driver approached. They started talking amongst each other and Vincent and I started laughing. “Come on, come on!” We said. The two drivers started laughing at us. The second driver pointed to the moon and said something; I heard the word “wanshang” which means nighttime. Okay, so it was a higher price because it was nighttime. Understandable but we weren’t going to stop. The second driver punched in 140 on his phone calculator. We considered it and then put 80 in on his phone. He shook his head in defeat. Just then, a third driver walked up asking “Na Li Na Li?” (Where, where?) I told him Shiyan Train Station and said “Yi Bai.” (100). He said, “Okay, okay!” The second driver turned to us frustrated, as we were about to walk away, revealed his phone calculator to us in crumbling defeat: 80. We hopped in his cab and got our fair ride to Shiyan. I had spoken with Tang earlier that day and he said the price should be around 80-100. Bargaining can be tense but it is worth it.

We pushed through the masses of people at the old, poorly-lit train station in Shiyan and luckily found two seats. There we waited for about an hour for our train to begin boarding. At this point, I was completely exhausted and just wanted a bed to sleep in. But we would not get a bed. We had booked our train late so we did not have the luxury of even a hard sleeper, we were bound for hard seats. A seven-hour train ride in hard seats. The station stunk of cigarette smoke despite the numerous no smoking signs and loads of talking people. It was not a pleasant place to be and I am not a princess — well, not always. Our train eventually boarded and we were headed for Xi’an, home of the Terracotta Warriors, the Muslim quarter, and the famous Xi’an City Wall.

After arriving in Xi’an we walked over to our hostel and passed out for several hours because we got virtually no sleep on the train. Vincent contacted two fellow students who happened to be in Xi’an that weekend, so it was a weekend with the French in China. The first adventure we enjoyed was the Xi’an City Wall. It was built by the first Emperor of China and remains completely intact today. It wraps around the core of the city and is surrounded by tall buildings on the outside. To walk the entire wall would take few hours as it is about 14 kilometers so we only walked one corner, which took about an hour. It was really a historical experience.

I could imagine soldiers patrolling the wall throughout the day and sentries looking out into the darkness at night. I imagined what it would be like to be a soldier in an advancing army and being a citizen protected by the behemoth. As we walked along, many bricks had Chinese characters etched into them. I wondered if it was century old soldiers carving the names of their lovers into the brick. After our epic walk through time on one of China’s great walls, we headed for the Muslim Quarter.

The city of Xi’an was the beginning of the Silk Road roughly 1,000 years ago. Many overseas merchants came, including people from Arabic countries — some settled in this area. It became known as the Muslim Quarter, now with tens of thousands of practicing Muslims and about 10 Mosques including the Great Mosque, which we were able to visit. The Great Mosque was the oldest and largest built in the area. It was a peaceful place with a large courtyard where you could hear prayers in the distant. Much of the stone architecture has not been restored which left it looking old and beautiful, but still intact.

The Muslim quarter was a great place to cruise through in the evening. I really felt like I was in China. The streets are filled with food vendors selling freshly baked bread, grilled kebabs, octopus legs on skewers, roasted nuts, small restaurants selling noodles, fruit stands packed with fresh fruits and the occasional convenience store. People swarmed through the streets as cars tried to push through the masses. I kept my eyes peeled over my shoulders to watch out for incoming motorbikes and scooters. But I didn’t worry; the incessant beeping always warned of their approach. We walked through the tightly packed streets trying to take it all in through our eyes and our cameras.
We came upon a covered area with winding alleyways that housed the curiosity shops and tourist gift shops! We bought several little bracelets, fans, silks (fake?), and coins to take home as souvenirs. We made out pretty well with our superior bargaining skills.

The last thing we saw before leaving Xi’an was the Terracotta Warriors. This site is actually the first emperor of China Qin Shi Huang’s tomb. He had his entire army replicated out of stone to guard his burial mound. Each soldier’s face is carved differently and come complete with weapons, horses, and carriages. It was truly fantastic because of the amazing human ingenuity and insanity dedicated to something so massive. Warehouses have been built over the excavation sites themselves so people can view the sites while in air conditioning. You can’t get really close to them but they have a few soldiers in glass cases for closer inspection. This is a really touristy place to go to but it is the thing that drew us to Xi’an in the first place.
The trip to Xi’an was a wonderful getaway from our intense Gung Fu training. We got off the bus at our stop in Wudang and trudged up the hill back to school. As we entered the grounds we were met with a warm welcome of smiles and waves from the other students and coaches—we were home. Even though the next week of training would be just as hard as the previous, I was happy to be home at Wudang Dragongate Gung Fu School.

Look out for my next delicious post on some great local eats in Wudang. HI-YAH!!

Five Game of Throne Cocktail Recipes

It’s Sunday, so you know what that means — it’s Game of Thrones Day! To really get in the spirit of the show, I concocted five Game of Throne cocktail recipes that are based on the different houses. We have the Baratheon house, the Tyrell house, the Stark house, the Targaryen house, and the Lannister house. The drinks represent each house. For fun, I even added the house banners (that I got from Pinterest) taped to toothpicks. Check out the recipes below!

The Baratheon

400 ml orange juice

30 ml lemon juice

50 ml gin

2 glasses of ice

Combine all ingredients into a blender and pulse until fully blended. Pour into a tall glass.

The Tyrell

12 mint leaves

1 tsp lime juice

1 tsp sugar

1/2 cup ice

40 ml rum

4.5 oz lemon-lime soda

Place mint, lime juice, and sugar into a muddler. Muddle until mint is crushed and spoon mixture into a glass. Pour ice, then rum and soda. Stir.

The Stark

Tonic water

30 ml gin

15 ml lemon juice

Pour tonic water into a container and place it in the freezer. After it’s frozen, crush the tonic water with a spoon until it resembles slush. In a separate container, mix gin and lemon juice. Spoon slushy tonic water into a glass. Pour gin mixture over slush.

The Targaryen

Cran-apple juice

Cranberry juice

50 ml vodka

Freeze cran-apple juice into ice cubes. After they’re frozen, place ice cubes into a tall glass. Pour in remaining ingredients and stir.

The Lannister

Pineapple-coconut sparkling water

50 ml vodka


Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker. Pour over ice.

Are you a Game of Thrones fan? What are you looking forward to this season? Let us know in the comments!

Jalapeno Popper Crescent Rolls Recipe

These jalapeno popper crescent rolls are so yummy, and they only take about 20 minutes to make. They make the perfect side dish for any meal.

It only takes four ingredients. All you’ll need is a package of crescent rolls (eight), four jalapenos, a package of cream cheese, and shredded cheese. First, you’ll need to cut your jalapenos into fourths.

Open your package of crescent rolls. Spread a dollop cream cheese on the largest part of the triangle. Place two jalapeno strips and top with some shredded cheese. Roll up the crescent roll.

Place on an ungreased baking sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes or until lightly browned. Sprinkle more cheese if desired.

And it’s that simple! They’re not too spicy and the crescent rolls basically melt in your mouth.

What’s your easiest recipe? Let us know in the comments!

Staying in Playlist: A Curation of Songs for Staying Home on a Saturday Night

The playlist provides a healthy mixture of sultry and sweet tossed with some snarky guitar riffs and hooky melodies. It’s perfect for you to dance all alone in your underwear or eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the couch in your pajamas. There’s no fear of missing out here — you’ll be completely satisfied at home listening to music while your friends dance in sweaty clubs and overpay for flat beers.

This playlist is perfect for those who don’t want to go out:

  1. Holy Roller – Thao & The Get Down Stay Down
    2. Why – Andrew Bird
    3. Nova-Leigh – Born Ruffians
    4. Don’t Make Me a Target – Spoon
    5. Dirt on Your Shoes – Bishop Allen
    6. The Dream Lives of Ordinary People – Voxtrot
    7. Home – Great Northern
    8. Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths
    9. Our House – Madness
    10. The Fairest of the Seasons – Nico
    11. Oh Yoko! – John Lennon
    12. The High Road – Broken Bells
    13. Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie
    14. Champions of Red Wine – The New Pornographers
    15. Gravity Rides Everything – Modest Mouse
    16. Black Coffee in Bed – Squeeze
    17. Meet Me In The Basement – Broken Social Scene
    18. Save Me – Aimee Mann
    19. No Rain – Blind Melon
    20. Nobody Really Cares If You Don’t Go to the Party – Courtney Barnett

If you have a Spotify account, you can check out the playlist here:

What are some songs do you listen to when you just want to chill at home? Let us know in the comments!

Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 3

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 3 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 2 here.

Watermelon Day

Tang bought a watermelon today. Watermelon is special. Watermelon brings people together.

Today was a normal day at Wudang Dragon Gate Kung Fu School. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. to the most irritating whistle which indicated food. I stumbled out of bed and down to the cafeteria. Wudang special breakfast — rice. Rice everyday, rice three times a day, always rice. Rice, rice, rice. I went back and laid in bed after eating the delicious grain that would give me energy for my training soon to come. Within an hour, another whistle blew. Time to go train.

We trained for a few hours with a little break in between. Being early morning, it had not started to get hot. Our coach called us in. “Wow, off early today,” I thought. We lined up like little gung fu soldiers and our coach shouted a few things in Chinese, then pointed at the mountain behind him. He turned to point at me and a few other students. “Uh…oh…”

We followed our coach — having collected shovels and old rice bags — through the school, out the back, and up the mountain. Some of us were designated diggers and some were carriers. I was a carrier. As the bags were filled with the dark soil, the other carriers and I strained to put the bags on our shoulders. We walked up five flights of stairs to the rooftop to find a dozen long, deep planters. These wooden planters were huge and we had to fill them. One by one, rice bag by rice bag, we filled the planters with dirt. Each trip felt like it would be my last but I continued on, trying various different ways of holding the bags to use different muscle groups.

An hour later, Vincent, the student from France, said “Shooo Sheee… coach said it, I don’t know what it means?”

“Yes!” I cried out. “It means rest, man. It means rest.”

I returned to my room. Tang showered and then I showered. I got out of the shower and put shorts on my still wet body. Tang shouted from the bedroom, “Watermelon!” I came out of the bathroom to find Tang cutting through an enormous watermelon with a tiny knife. He turned and smiled, “We share, for us.” Tang had pretty decent English and my mandarin was pretty bad. We got along well, we always laughed as we would try to explain complex topics in each others language. Google translate was certainly helpful. He handed me half of the watermelon and a spoon. “I haven’t used a spoon in two weeks,” I thought. We sat there and devoured cold watermelon while the fan blew the hot summer air on us. We laughed as we munched away. We just laughed and ate.

We laughed because we had trained together. We were brothers, in a way. We trained, ate, and slept together. But it was the training that brought us close, all of the school, not just Tang and I. We were bound as brothers and sisters. We understood the tightness and stiffness we felt in our legs every morning and night. We understood the feeling of total exhaustion and not being able to move. We understood the joy of finally getting that movement right. We understood the peace that each other felt in certain moments while practicing. Gung fu is for family. That is why we laugh eating watermelon and that is why watermelon is special.

This reminds me of another day where watermelon came into play. We were all training hard at our different arts. Sweat pouring in hot 98 degree Wudang heat. A large farm truck pulled up through the stone gates. It was piled high with watermelons. A man got out of the truck and chatted with the woman that ran the kitchen, Master Wang’s sister. She shouted something in Chinese across the yard and Chong Qin repeated it in English for us: “Get watermelon if you want.” The western students and I ran over to the truck picking through the various watermelons. Tang picked out three and I picked out three as well. I paid for them all. Twenty yuan! Which is about three dollars American. Six massive watermelons for only three dollars! These would sustain us through the next week of practice in between sessions.

Keep your eyes and nose peeled for my next post about the delicious food found in Wudang town. Thanks for reading! HI-YAH!

Vegetarian Bean Enchiladas Recipe

 Being from New Mexico, I’m a big fan of enchiladas. When I became vegetarian several years ago, I knew I would never want to give them up. I’ve since learned making Mexican cuisine dishes vegan or vegetarian isn’t as tricky as one may think. These vegetarian bean enchiladas are full of flavor and spiciness. If you’re a vegetarian, you can put lots of cheese on top. If you’re a vegan, you can either go without the cheese or add vegan cheese — Daiya is a good cheese alternative.

Either way, here are the ingredients you will need for this recipe:

15 oz. (1 can) black beans

15 oz. (1 can) vegetarian refried beans

15 oz. (1 can) enchilada sauce

4 cloves garlic

1/2 large onion (about 1/2 cup chopped)

shredded sharp cheddar cheese (or vegan cheese to veganize the recipe)

6 medium-sized tortillas

optional toppings: avocado, chopped tomatoes, sliced olives, crushed red pepper, bell pepper, chopped spinach, etc.

Preheat your oven to 325 degrees. Mince your garlic and dice your onion. Saute in a pot over medium-high heat until onions are translucent. Lower heat to medium. Add refried beans and stir with a wooden spoon until soft. Add the drained can of black beans. Stir to combine. Spoon out 1/6 of the mixture onto the first tortilla. Sprinkle some cheese on it. Repeat five times.

Roll each tortilla and place them seam-side down in a lightly sprayed 9×13 glass baking dish. (You can fold in the ends if you wish, but I decided not to.)

Pour the enchilada sauce and cheese over the whole thing. Place in the oven and bake for about 20-25 minutes.

Now prepare whatever toppings you’re going to serve with these enchiladas. I decided to chop some baby spinach. I also had sliced olives, avocado, and crushed red pepper.

After the enchiladas are done baking, take them out of the oven. Serve immediately with chosen toppings. Enjoy!

What are some of your favorite vegan and vegetarian dishes? Let us know in the comments!

Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 2

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 2 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 1 here.

Eat. Train. Sleep. Sweat.

So I am half asleep, in a daze, in the back of a taxi headed up the mountain to my final destination — Wudang Dragon Gate Kung Fu School. We are driving through rural China from Shiyan to Wudang Shan. The road is littered with strange looking buildings and half-finished sidewalks. It seemed to me to be a country in the midst of development.

We ascended up a hill and drove under a large stone gate. The car stopped and a guy waiting in front of the school hopped up and opened the taxi door. He was a very young and vibrant, and he would be one of my coaches at the school: Peng Tao. I grabbed my bags and he brought me up to my room. Another man who would be my roommate greeted me: Tang. He spoke a little English just like I spoke a little Chinese.

After brushing my teeth and showering Tang and I had a short conversation. Introducing each other and trying to speak each other’s language; we laughed and smiled before turning the lights off to go to sleep. The bed was a hard box spring with a thin but cushy mat, a pillow, and blanket. It was not something I would call comfortable but I already felt like at home. I was in a foreign country, with a foreign person, in a strange building and it was the safest I had felt since I left. I was excited for the next day waking up in the mountains of Wudang. I drifted off to sleep.

HUUUUU-PTUUH. Someone spit outside, then young children yelling in Chinese, the crow of a rooster, and no sun.

It was 5 a.m. “Holy crap I am in China!” I thought. I laid in bed tired, sore from the hard bed and smiling. “This is my life for the next month.” I smiled harder. I soon fell back asleep until I was woken by the sound of Tang preparing for training and the yellow sun pouring in through the barred window. After getting up I put my clothes in the large cabinet, brushed my teeth, ate a bun injected with some strange cream from last nights flight and a young woman burst through the door. “You come with me,” she said. This was Chong Qin who would be my main coach for learning Bagua. She brought me down to Master Wang’s office where we completed registration and received my uniform. Within the hour I was out in the yard waiting anxiously for my first training session. After lining up, different students were sent to the yard to practice their arts: tai chi, gung fu, sword, and staff.


I was left standing with Chong Qin. She asked, “What you want learn?”

“Bagua,” I replied. I began walking my first circle. Bagua-Zhang is one of the oldest martial arts form based on Daoist circle walking practices. I was officially learning martial arts in China!

A week passed quickly and being in China began to feel normal. Even the six hours of training a day were feeling regular. I was sore in places I didn’t even know existed and we kept training anyway. We train for about 6 hours each day in various segments.

Basic schedule looks like this:

6:00 a.m.: Breakfast
7:30 a.m.: Running, stretching, kicks, stance training
8:30 a.m.: Break
9:00 a.m.: Forms (I practice Bagua)
10:30 a.m.: Break
12:00 p.m.: Lunch
After lunch we all take a big sleep, it is very hot in July.
3:30 p.m.: Tendon/Ligament stretching followed by Tai Chi or Qi Gong
4:30 p.m.: Break
5:00 p.m.: Forms (I practice Bagua)
6:30 p.m.: Break
7:30 p.m.: Dinner

There are optional training periods that alternate each day 5 a.m. to 6 a.m. or 8 p.m to 9 p.m.

So how was all this training sustained? Food. Sleep. Food. Sleep. Laughter. Three times a day, we eat rice and some combination of different vegetables with tofu or, if we were lucky, bits of meat. For rice and vegetables the food was absolutely delicious and since training was so hard we ran when we heard that whistle. The whistle itself was a representation of yin and yang: two opposites. One whistle blow meant training where we would drain our bodies and two whistle blows meant food where we would recharge our bodies. After a big lunch, we all tromp back to our rooms and just lay there until we fall asleep. We have a long midday break because it is the hottest part of the day, upwards of 95 degrees Fahrenheit. We slept until that whistle blew again.

Keep your eyes peeled for my next post! A sore body and the rejuvenating power of Wudang watermelon. HI-YAH!

Vegan Peanut Butter Cookies Recipe

I love peanut butter, and not just because it’s pretty much a staple in a vegan diet. I’ve loved peanut butter since I was old enough to open the jar and pick up a spoon. Since I’ve been a vegan, I’ve looked for as many ways as possible to incorporate more peanut butter. These vegan peanut butter cookies sure do the trick.

The best thing about the recipe (besides the fact that it’s vegan) is you only need a few ingredients. You’ll need 1 cup peanut butter, 1 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon vanilla, 1 egg (1 tablespoon egg replacer + three tablespoons water), and sea salt for sprinkling.

Mix all of the ingredients except for the salt into a bowl. Freeze this mixture for 20 minutes.

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Take your dough out of the freezer and roll it into 18 to 20 one-inch balls and place them on a baking sheet. Then use a fork to flatten them in a cross-hatching pattern. Sprinkle sea salt on top if you like sweet + salty.

Peanut butter cookies!

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Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until golden. Let sit on the baking sheet for 10 minutes, then transfer to a cooling rack or a plate.

And that’s it! It only takes a few ingredients and a little bit of effort for such a delicious (and vegan!) dessert. And few dishes to clean up, too, because it only takes one bowl, one spoon, and a baking sheet.

Don’t they look yummy? And they’re accidentally gluten-free, too!

What’s your favorite vegan dessert? Let us know in the comments.

Melancholy Playlist: A Curation of Sublimely Miserable Songs

Sometimes you just want to feel sad, and that’s okay. Everyone has bad days.

This playlist promises to be there for you when you just feel like laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Maybe you’re feeling bad because you weren’t able to achieve a goal, or perhaps work really sucked today. Maybe you’re feeling bad for no reason at all.

So if you’re resonating with this post, turn up these tunes all the way to eleven, and feel some comfort in knowing everyone gets touches of melancholy sometimes. Just remember, the good days are right around the corner.

  1. What I Am – Edie Brickell & New Bohemians
  2. Shadowboxer – Fiona Apple
  3. Our Corner of the Universe – K.S. Rhoads
  4. New York – Peter Silberman
  5. Habit – Gabrielle Shonk
  6. Samson – Regina Spektor
  7. Ophelia – The Lumineers
  8. New Skin – TORRES
  9. Horseshoe Crab – Slothrust
  10. The Killing Moon – Echo & the Bunnymen
  11. Asleep – The Smiths
  12. Just Like Honey – The Jesus and Mary Chain
  13. Rivers and Roads – The Head and the Heart
  14. Untitled – Interpol
  15. Bird’s Lament – Moondog
  16. Two Weeks – Grizzly Bear
  17. Heart of Chambers – Beach House
  18. Hey – The Pixies
  19. Feel The Pain – Dinosaur Jr.
  20. Sadly Beautiful – The Replacements

If you have a Spotify account, you can check out the playlist here:

What are some of the songs you listen to when you’re feeling down? Let us know in the comments.

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