The Music Was Just Getting Good
By Alicia Cook
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Some good things must come to an end, for new things to begin. Poet Alicia Cook explores this grievous emotion in her latest and final mixtape collection, The Music Was Just Getting Good.
Alicia Cook is back with the highly anticipated final tracklist in her poetry collection of mixtapes, The Music Was Just Getting Good. Following in the footsteps of her first two installments, Stuff I’ve Been Feeling Lately (2016) and Sorry I Haven’t Texted You Back (2020), Cook is closing out her trilogy with a poignant and all too relatable look at the ebbs and flows of life. And why, even during our most difficult seasons, a better day can appear just around the corner.
Spread across 184 tracks (92 poems and 92 blackout poems), each paired with an accompanying song, Cook returns to her evergreen themes of mental health, hope, and recovery, and reminds readers that grief is not reserved solely for death. We may grieve who we used to be, moments that never came to pass, physical places, and, of course, people; people who’ve died, but also those who left, and those we had to leave behind.
A stunning closing number in a timely and necessary collection of work, The Music Was Just Getting Good is the balm your soul has been waiting for.
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The Music Was Just Getting Good - Alicia Cook
All that’s left of what was—
amidst the dermis and dust—
is a ghost limb twinge of delight
and piles and piles
of these poems to grieve by.
Mostly written in Newark, New Jersey,
between March 2020 and April 2023
Dedicated to
Ryan, Logan, Jordan, Jaxson,
Isabella, and Liliana
Love,
Aunt Alicia
Also by Alicia Cook
Stuff I’ve Been Feeling Lately
I Hope My Voice Doesn’t Skip
Sorry I Haven’t Texted You Back
Life can be a lot.
This book can be too.
The Music Was Just Getting Good
covers sensitive, potentially triggering material.
Take breaks whenever you need.
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"We’ve become bored with watching actors give us phony emotions. We are tired of pyrotechnics and special effects. While the world he inhabits is, in some respects, counterfeit, there’s nothing fake about Truman himself. No scripts, no cue cards. It isn’t always Shakespeare, but it’s genuine. It’s a life."
—The Truman Show
SIDE A
The Poems
Track One
Maybe this year will be my year.
Maybe I’ll start going to bed before midnight.
I’ll stop sleeping through alarms and commit to
a morning routine. Maybe I’ll start texting
people back more and RSVPing YES less
reluctantly. I’ll stop counting calories and end a
three-decade-long war with the mirror. Maybe
I’ll stop bringing knives to a gunfight. Maybe I’ll
even stop showing up to the fight altogether.
Maybe I’ll remember what day trash day is. I’ll
buy a plant I need to water, grow my own mint,
and learn more about soil. I’ll go to the dentist.
Maybe I won’t hear from you and be okay with
that. Maybe I’ll call it even.
Maybe this year will be my year.
Currently listening to:
1999
by Prince
Track Two
I’m sorry I didn’t get up with the dawn chorus.
I’m not sure if you’ve heard,
but outside we’re at war with the elements.
There’s burning and drowning all around,
so I went back to bed, clutching my weighted
blanket like a life vest.
No need to place your finger
beneath my nose or across my wrist.
I’m just good at playing dead;
good at judging when it’s safe to come back out
again.
Every day is the same, isn’t it?
The wrens and robins.
The dystopian catastrophes
streaming live from our screens.
Some refuse to accept what this means:
if the world is on fire, then so are we.
The emails hope they find me well,
but I’m too unwell to respond.
My mother hasn’t heard from me in a week;
in her voicemails she reminds me to eat.
I’ve not been myself for so long,
I fear I’ve become someone else.
I inspect my hands. My fingerprints remain.
I am not really lost; I am somewhere still,
so that’s something.
By all available metrics, I’m doing well,
but every time I stand up I’m dizzy.
By all available statistics, I’m not alone,
so that’s something.
Currently listening to:
Carry It Well
by Sam Fischer
Track Three
Some of my best friends
have moved away from me.
It’s hard not to take growing up
and moving on personally.
Once upon a time, we were children
who jumped into piles of raked maple leaves
with our two front teeth missing
without the pull to analyze why
we found such joy
playing in heaps of dead things.
We’ve forgotten how to rest.
Or maybe the ability
was taken away from us
when we weren’t looking.
Like a stolen superpower.
Like a mermaid’s voice.
Peace has become a faraway pastime.
One that often feels beyond
the realm of possibility now
but we remember the simpler times
and how our innocence took them
for granted.
None of that was our fault.
Now, always gasping,
but we recall the full breaths—
the full stops—fondly.
Currently listening to:
Nobody Tells You When You’re Young
by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
Track Four
I am not short and sweet.
I am a long mess of rambling knots; enough of
an enigma to entice a closer look, pretty enough
to convince you I am worth unraveling. You’ll
try to undo my tangles until your hands are
scraped raw. Then you’ll give up because you
have nothing left. You will realize I’m actually
made of bramble and barbed wire and not
worth the scratches.
Listen to me.
I am not the clearing in the forest. I am the
havoc and brush that keeps you lost. I am not
clear water.
I am zero visibility, and you will drown.
Currently listening to:
You Know I’m No Good
by Amy Winehouse
Track Five
In the blinks between
what was and what is
there is a room.
Those who have died
take a ticket, a seat, and wait.
They flip through photo albums filled with the
grins of everyone they ever loved.
They sip their favorite beverage and snack their
favorite snack.
(All complimentary, of course.)
Parting messages from the living blare over the
intercom and their most beloved memories play
on a loop across the screens suspended above
their head.
(Projected