Lana Del Rey has taken over my life. She was another artist whose bandwagon I was not eager to hop on back in the fall. I had listened to the song "Born To Die" and was bored to tears. Well finally sometime in December I decided to download her EP because I wanted to give her a second chance, I was instantly mystified and enchanted. "Trash" and "Mermaid Motel" were my initial favorites and then I quickly added "Lolita" to that roster.

When her album finally dropped, I quickly became obsessed with it, and when I say that, I mean it should probably get a restraining order against me. I have been listening to this album non-stop since it came out. There is not one bad song on this album. It's got this hip-hop flavor that blends in with her bluesy voice so well. I don't know how she does it. She is not only gorgeous but she's incredibly talented as well. Certain live performances aside, I think she'll make a splash in this industry if she's marketed correctly.

My absolute favorite song from "Born To Die," is "This Is What Makes Us Girls." ABSOLUTE perfection. It reminds me of my friends and I in the summer of 2006, running around my hometown, hanging out with boys at the skate park, eating at Taco Bell every day, and getting into trouble. One of the best summers of my life. I sincerely hope Lana releases a video for this song and it gets a wide audience because this song is amazing.

Anyone who hasn't given Lana a chance, should. She's got a haunted way of singing, like she's literally reading the pages of her diary. She puts a lot of effort into seeming disinterested but you can hear the crack of emotions coming through. She's brilliant and I am a huge fan of hers. I hope she continues to make more music like this and never sell out. We have enough female sell-outs on the Billboard charts (I'm looking at you, Rihanna, Katy, and Nicki.)

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Don't ya know we'd die for it, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen

Kid Cudi also known as the Wizard. There seems to be a discrepancy.

As a Cleveland girl, born and raised, I always like to support artists from my area because there aren't many successful Cleveland acts. Kid Cudi being the most recent and most popular of them, I support him. But not only that, I adore him. Cudi came with the rise of the black hipsters and the stoners backed him too. He's the kind of guy that never fit in and doesn't really want to. So I'm not entirely sure why people are at all surprised or shocked that he came out with a rock-flavored album, "WZRD." It was bound to happen. If someone as moronic as Lil Wayne can do it, so can the King of Black Hipsters.

Cudi has always been the laid-back guy with an "I don't give a fuck" attitude, but he does care about his music. A lot people on Twitter spewed a lot of hate for Cudi's latest effort saying that the Man on the Moon was truly gone and some weirdo took his place. But honestly I don't see much of a difference in what Cudi is doing now to what he did a few years ago. Yes "Man on the Moon" is Cudi's best album, hands down, but an artist should be allowed to grow and evolve. I like that he's experimenting and exploring new sounds. He even said himself this was just an experiment that he wanted to try. I'm sure he'll get back to hip-hop soon, especially with Kanye West at the helm. Everyone needs to be patient and realize that a true artist needs to be able to feed his creativity, even if no one wants to listen to it. He's the one making the money. Let him do as he pleases.
I happen to like "WZRD" a lot actually. But that's probably because I love rock music anyway. I love when rock and hip-hop are fused together. I only listened to it a few times before I went back to my fun. addiction but I enjoyed what I heard. As long as Cudi makes another album filled with Yeezy-produced beats, then I am all for him doing his own thing for awhile.

fun. "Some Nights": The revival of feel-good indie music

I am morally and profusely opposed to bandwagons. I guess it's the hipster in me. So when I first heard the buzz surrounding fun. and their single "We Are Young," (a song currently resting atop the Billboard Hot 100 over single powerhouses like Adele, Katy Perry, and Kelly Clarkson) I chose to ignore it. But then my boyfriend put the chorus as his ringtone and I was immediately enamored with it. So I went ahead and downloaded the album. I was pretty much blown away. This is definitely the best album of 2012 so far. From the opening of the album with "Some Nights" I was taken in by the almost-anthemic, yet campfire-esque feel to it. It's so fun yet meaningful and powerful. There's no one out there quite like this band. Of course "We Are Young" is absolutely brilliant with it's changing chords and twists and turns. The surprising, yet pleasing collab with Janelle Monáe is deeply satisfying. The song is reminiscent of a track that would play in an early 90s teen movie, during some character-defining scene going in slow motion. The next best track HAS to be "Carry On" which also has that teen-movie-anthem thing going on. This band kinda reminds me of a modern twist on The Beatles. (I hope that's not too blasphemous to say.) But that's how I feel. When I listen to The Beatles, I feel uplifted and optimistic and this is the only other band I feel the same way about. fun.'s music is by definition "uplifting." It's positive music and people just don't make that kind of music anymore. The radio airwaves are saturated with party music and sex and empty words. So I'm glad this guys are defying all norms and taking the #1 spot. Much like Foster the People did before them. Every single song on the album is beautiful and intricate and I love them. They're my newest obsession. I can't wait to see more from these guys.

Poem from The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.