Jens Lekman - A Sweet Summernight on Hammer Hill
Alex on December 05 2013
I think one of the main deciding factors of my never visiting Facebook is the fact that I don't give two shits about a list. 10 crazy facts about blueberries grown in the artic tundra during aurora borealis is hardly something I give a fuck about. Most notably I've seen the list regarding things mentally confident people don't do - I haven't read it but I can tell you exactly what they don't do - they don't need to validate themselves by reading a list. Can we please get a social network worth a shit again? I can see myself in 20 years, with the same enthusiasm my mom speaks about the 60's, gallivanting to my son Zeus about the hay day of the internet where everyone was free and you didn't have to deal with your crazy religious zealot of an aunt or your far right wing ex girlfriend's mom in your news feed just to keep up with old college friends you'll probably only see at weddings anyways. On a lighter note: this song!
Built to Spill - Time Trap
chris on December 04 2013
Let me let you in on a little secret. No matter how many young guns come on to the music scene, no one will ever be able to touch Built to Spill. They may gain notoriety and global fame, but there has never been a band with such heart. The lyrical prowess of Doug Martsch is beyond. It's beyond.
Sky Ferreira - You're Not the One
Alex on November 22 2013
Today I found myself sitting pretty much alone on the New York City subway. My train stops at Union Square and from the corner of my eye I see what appear to be a walking laundry hamper board the train. A homeless gentleman shuffles on to the train, in tow were his 27 blankets carried as if he was a 3 year old - just mopping up every bit of filth the subway floor has to offer. Of course our homeless friend decided to sit right next to me. He sits and gathers up his blanket entourage into his lap. I somewhat politely cover my nose and prepare for the oncoming assault on my nasal passages. I pictured the worst - something along the lines of old moldy cheeseburgers soaked in piss on top of goat carcasses stored in the back of a 78 year old shed which hasn't been opened in the last 50. Time passes - I need to breath normally ASAP to avoid passing out. Now I know what you're thinking "WTF Alex? Just move seats." What you listeners don't know about me is the fact that I have serious bouts of masochism and was almost excited at the thought of how putrid this human being was going to smell and how much it was going to suck. I breathed in .. and I shit you listeners not .. this dude smelled like CEDAR AND MOTHER FUCKING LAVENDER. It was like a Febreze commercial. I took a deep breath and questioned every decision and thought I've made for the last 30 years.