TMS, I do the only thing I can: I release you
By Chloe Southard | March 16, 2025I came to Miami University under the impression I would graduate as a zoology major.
I came to Miami University under the impression I would graduate as a zoology major.
This is my last playlist as culture editor. Don’t worry, my devoted handful of readers, I’m not going to leave you high and dry. The playlists will continue, but not from the culture editor. Think of it more as a grandmother of The Miami Student dropping in and telling you what she’s listening to. Now that I’ve prepared you for what’s to come, I’ve got a bit of a doozy this week. Lately, I’ve been listening to music that is embarrassing, to say the least. I’m going to be very vulnerable with you here, so please be nice to me.
I have been a Lady Gaga stan since the ripe age of 7 years old. When I tell you that seeing the “Paparazzi” music video for the first time on MTV changed the trajectory of my entire life, I mean it. Gaga was my first favorite singer; she is the reason why I became so consumed by pop culture. And like any loyal Little Monster, I have been seated for every single thing Mother Monster has released. Even throughout her country era with “Joanne” and jazz era with “Cheek to Cheek,” I was there in the trenches, defending her artistic decisions.
When I need something to soothe me or help me relax, I find myself turning to what some people would call “grandma music.” I’m talking about anything from the late ’30s to ’70s, and a few from the modern day.
While it is ultimately up to the Academy to pick the winners, we are, once again, going to tell you our thoughts. So who’s going to take home this year’s Oscars in the biggest categories of the night?
With the start of a new semester, I’ve been utilizing my free time — primarily on weekends — to work through my watchlist.
Don’t worry — I see you. For this week, I’d like to give you some songs that are the antithesis of Valentine’s Day. Consider it a little gift from me to you.
In the aftermath of the devastating wildfires throughout Los Angeles, the Grammys united artists and viewers alike through music — the universal language.
This might be my most out-of-sorts playlist yet, and that’s saying something coming from someone who once had 2Pac and Jeff Buckley in the same rotation.
2024 was a strong year for music, especially pop music. Artists like Chappell Roan, Sabrina Carpenter and Charli xcx were unavoidable. But this begs the question: Who’s going home with a Grammy?