Part of living in New York is an unfortunately normalized culture of exhaustion, both physical and emotional. Few cities can boast a guide of the Best/Worst places to Cry in Public; such cultural phenomena are likely a product of rising rents, a drive by management for greater productivity over the course of the 40 (or 50, or 60) hour work week, and failing infrastructure (just a guess). And despite the bullshit, we’re all still here, a sentiment at the core of Noah Chenfeld’s new single “I Love Being Tired.” Lamenting the necessity to save money, the crowded nature of the subway, and the absolutely brutal winters, Chenfeld finds resolve on the song’s chorus, aptly crooning “I love being tired” over vintage, Zombies-esque keys sand syncopated Fender chords. Chenfeld’s lyrics are both a passive acceptance of the hurried lifestyle inherent to city living and a tongue-in-cheek critique of the rat race we’re all active participants in; listen to it this weekend when someone at a party asks you “how are you doing” and you politely abstain from telling them how you really feel, and catch Noah Chenfeld at Pianos on December 6th. —Connor Beckett McInerney
