Day 91 (June 18): Phoebe Bridgers - I Know The End

Some shocking and upsetting news for you all. I know, you're all there waiting on tenterhooks every day for whatever comes out of my ass, and I can understand the anticipation. Just prepare to be really sad, and that.

The end date of this blog has been a bit of a shifting goalpost. Originally, it was indefinite, but presumably short. Briefly, in a fit of overconfidence at about day 8, it was a ridiculous 500 days. For most of the time, it's been a more achievable-sounding 365 days, covering one full year. What's so hard about doing a year, right? People have circumnavigated the world in that time. I'm making some poor jokes about music.

However, as you may have noticed, my usual, extremely high (don't laugh) standard has been slipping a little lately. I have been doing the cowardly thing of "letting the music speak for itself", whatever that is supposed to mean, all too often. I have started recycling the same jokes in slightly different forms like a network sitcom on season 12. And you know what they say: don't get to season 12 - preferably, don't even get close. You don't want something fun to become an obligation. Like Kylo Ren once said, it's time to let old things die.

No, I'm not killing the blog right here and now, pumping bullets into it in an alleyway by surprise, Sopranos style. We're pretty near a good enough milestone anyway, so the death of Sing-along-a-blog-a-long-a (sic) will instead be a slower and more protracted process, like a humane murder.

In other words, I'll finish this up at day 100, next week. 100 is a nice, big number, and many have argued that it's the last interesting number before they start to repeat themselves. That's quite a lot of posts anyway, and it feels right to stop there, in keeping with the spirit of making realistic goals that they taught me at school and which I ignored out of spite. Better to do 100 below-average posts than reach the illegible horrors of what this blog would become if I had to stretch it out for a year. Less "head held high", more "head still on", but it's better than nothing.

With that in mind, I'm doing my best to try and cut back and enjoy what's left. Hopefully, these last few posts will cover some of my favourite songs ever, that I would otherwise be hoarding until day 330 or something like some kind of blogging gremlin. The murder of this blog will be happy and humane, so help me God.

And what better way to celebrate the humane murder of this blog than with a very on the nose song choice? Phoebe Bridgers dropped her new album, Punisher, today, and I couldn't not pick a song off it, so today's song of the day is the album closer, "I Know the End". It is a truly great album anyway, but this closer absolutely blasts it out of the baseball park (metaphor?). Listen to the building of tension and emotion! Listen to the dramatic release! That anthemic, explosive final minute of instrumentals? Nobody does it better.

The humane murder of this blog is off to an excellent start.