u/Dry-Panda1884

Saw a clip of Jack Antonoff saying 'Happiness Is A Warm Gun' is the best engineered and produced song of all time. He also praised the songwriting in the same way, but I want to just focus on the engineering and production aspect.

My 'perfect engineering' answer is 'God Only Knows' on Pet Sounds. My 'perfect production' answer is 'Suzanne' on Songs Of Leonard Cohen.

If I'm not restricted to 'songs', I'd say 'In A Silent Way' by Miles Davis is the single greatest engineered and produced musical work of all time.

Looking for names of mix/master engineers in the city who you'd recommend for an acoustic-based songwriter project.

Influences: Nick Drake, Sybille Baier, Jessica Pratt, etc.

My story is totally unremarkable and common for those who were there the way we were.

In February 2020 I was 19 and had set plans to attend my dream university in September 2020. I ended up having my first year of university fully online, from home.

All the primary colours of the 2016-2019 'bedroom pop' / 'diy' era were gone in an instant. The thrill of summers of 'Blonde' and BrockHamption were already slipping away before quarantine came.

I spent March-August 2020 reading and watching films alone. I read Infinite Jest, Norwegian Wood, Camus, Vonnegut, Confederacy of Dunces, Nabokov, Virginia Woolf. I watched Lynch, Wong Kar Wai, Malick, Romer.

I worked a full-time job outside in the summer, enjoying the heat. I walked around the neighbourhood at night listening to The Strokes, My Bloody Valentine, and Elliott Smith. I'd smoke and was trying to make sense of things. I'd meet friends for walks, or go on dates near the water without telling anyone.

I went to university in person my second year, but distancing and masks were still there, and I was living in an apartment alone, with no roommates ever.

So much happened from there it'd make your head spin. So much happened just those two summers, 2020 and 2021, that all the atoms in my body sort of replaced themselves ad infinitum until I collapsed years later.

I look back now, halfway between 20 and 30 years old, at the near-end of a professional degree, with hobbies I pursue which I consider more than just hobbies, feeling slower and exhausted, feeling like some undercurrent of grief sort of pushed me here without notice or warning, having had and lost, not knowing how that time back then or the time in-between or the time I'm living right now can be divided or given form.

I know you were there too. Have your atoms also replaced themselves ?