Tag: music is my bf

fleetwood’s just resting his eyes.


Rumours 1977. mclgreenville
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Never Going Back Again
by Fleetwood Mac
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She broke down and let me in
Made me see where I’ve been
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Been down one time
Been down two times
I’m never going back again
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You don’t know what it means to win
Come down and see me again
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Been down one time
Been down two times
I’m never going back again

always rock to the east.


Tutti Frutti.  Hand & Eye
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“I couldn’t talk back to my boss man. He would bring all these pots back for me to wash and one day I said, ‘I’ve got to do something to stop this man bringing back all these pots to me to wash and I said, ‘awopbopaloobopawopbamboom, take ’em out!'”

Little Richard, 1969

pursuit of happiness by kid cudi.


On Cassette and 45.  Cari Ann Wayman
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There are so many things in this song that make me go yessss:
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2am summer night
screaming out fuck that
the pursuit of happiness
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But then I saw the video.  Let’s just say you’re having one of those Mondays.  You know, the kind where you had to throw some bows on your morning commute and now you’re being all surly and shit.  If so, I highly suggest you slow your road and click the link.
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cause you’ll be fine
once you get it
you’ll be gooo–ood.

so sentimental not sentimental no!

photo credits: here & here

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Yesterday, I had the supreme pleasure of discovering the ridiculously awesome cover of Phoenix’s “Lisztomania” by the PS22 5th grade chorus.  While I realize I’m super late to the Little Staten Island Public School Chorus That Could internet party, their video still managed to give me major chills and permanently ruin my makeup for the rest of the day.  Damn you, PS22.  Damn you and your can-do attitudes, little-me hoodies, and delicate choral arrangements!  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find some weakness tissues so I can pass more eye water.

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{scowls}  …Kids.

y’all b playin’.

photo credits: here & here

I spent two weeks trying to identify all the songs on side b of this mixtape (right click and save the link) because I thought it would lead to an all out super stellar music adventure.  Unfortunately, it was more like a non-billable epic fail because I got completely stumped by Track 4 (@ 6:53) and Track 10 (@ 20:40) and even the handful of geeky chic music enthusiasts I enlisted for help couldn’t figure them out.  If you can, this means you must be something special and I promise to reward you kindly . . . with a .[..S..U..R..]..P..R..I..Z..E..!

good news!

Freemans. New York, NY.

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Oh, hello.  Have we met before?  I used to post here all the time.  Maybe we were introduced back then.  Well, anyways, nice to [re]meet you.  Did you know that according to music blaring from my favorite coffee cart this morning, it’s the most wonderful time of the year?
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The more you know . . .
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{cue NBC peacock slash shooting star}

i think i’ve been temper trapped.

The Temper Trap. A Photoshoot, Somewhere
The Temper Trap. Melbourne, Australia

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If I were my roommate and/or co-workers right now, I’d hate me.  Why?  Mostly because I’ve officially slumped into one of my famous play one song and/or album on repeat for a seriously inappropriate amount of time phases {read:  it could be a week, it could be 9 months, it could be . . . forever}.  To be completely honest and also deflect any sort of blame for this pretty inexcusable behavior, it’s all The Temper Trap’s fault.  Well, them and that scene in (500) days of Summer where the non-diegetic beats of their song “Sweet Disposition” accompany Joseph Gordon-Levitt as he picks himself up by his love-sick bootstraps, erases all the crap on his chalkboard headboard, and works tirelessly to re-vamp his dusty architecture portfolio.  Oh, man.  Swoon!
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{listen:  “Sweet Disposition” by The Temper Trap}
{repeat:  tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, or 10 on their debut album Conditions}

homework first, then ambient drone.

Animal Collective. Prospect Park, Brooklyn.
Animal Collective. Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

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Seeing Animal Collective perform at the Prospect Park Bandshell this past weekend made we wonder, if this is the kind of shit my friends and I listen to, then what the hell will my children be listening to? I can only imagine . . .

Me:  Honey, dinner’s ready.  Hon?  What’s goi–
My Kid:  Shhhhh!
Me:  What?  What’s happening?
My Kid:  UGH, that was the best part.  You ruined it.
Me:  What are you talking about?  I don’t hear anything.
My Kid:  They’re called Mute.  I played them for you in the car.  Remember?
Me:  {blank stare}
My Kid:  Nevermind.  I’ll be right down.

this was also an episode of pete & pete.

I’ve been trying to remember a single verse of an untraceable song all week and to my complete frustration I couldn’t recall the name of the song, the band, or even a single lyric.  All I knew was the way I felt when I heard it and how it made me want to dance and yell and clap and fight.  In other words, it felt good and wanted to feel it over and over again.

But I had no leads, not one.
And it was time to let it go.
But then I remembered again!
And it was as good as ever.

Song: We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
Artist: Los Campesinos!
Verse: Oh, we kid ourselves there’s future in the fucking, but there is no fucking future.

totally wow’d in the windy city.

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Lollapalooza. Chicago, IL

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Back in college, my friend Ezra and his Tufts-based rockband released a CD that could be purchased (with money! through iTunes!) and played at various on-campus coffee shops.  I was completely floored and thought that this was one of the most unbelievable / awesome / I knew him when moments of my life.  Last Friday, however, I flew to Chicago to visit some really great friends and to see Ezra Furman and the Harpoons perform at Lollapalooza and then later at the House of Blues.  Yeah . . . not to make my college self feel like a lesser than peon or anything, but I think now is a more appropriate time to say I knew him when.

I  .  KNEW  .  HIM  .  WHEN

Oh!  After Ezra’s 11:45am performance on Lollapalooza’s Playstation Stage, I crossed over to the Budweiser Stage and got to catch a FANTASTIC performance by Delta Spirit.  Their music was a superb hybrid of Americana rock and northern soul and I didn’t stop dancing once.  Needless to say, I zeroed in on Delta Spirit’s charming and charismatic lead singer Matt Vasquez and wondered if it was possible to get him and his lovely blue-toned flannel button-up to run away with me.  This loosely-based / from a distance / not so serious / you’re famous and I’m not tween crush got a heavy dose of up close and personal when Matt came to see the Harpoons at the House of Blues on Saturday night.  I somehow avoided my usual celebrity sighting stutters, mumbles, and all-around un-awesomeness and instead miraculously maintained a socially acceptable level of subject verb agreement.

IT  .  WAS  .  AWESOME

All in all, it was a mind-blowingly wonderful weekend and I feel so lucky to know people who can not only articulate their priorities and passions, but then go out and pursue them.  Okay, Amy.  Stop blubbering!  It’s time to get organized and serious[ly obsessed] with the impossible apartment search to end all impossible apartment searches.  Stay tuned . . .

my friend’s band is the new madonna.

Once upon a Time Out New York, my friend Joanna told me that her friends in high school used to force each other to come up with fake [yet totally awesome] band names on the spot.  Though this seemed like quite possibly the most incredible game [ever], I quickly realized I wasn’t very good at it.  My attempts at playing usually went something like this:

Blue Shoes!
3 by 5 Index Cards!
Little Man!

Basically, I just identified whatever was in the room.  A total boner killer of a strategy and definitely not the stuff great band names are made of.  Over this past weekend, however, I think I completely redeemed myself with this one:

My Friend’s Band!

Everyone was very pleased with the possibilities for awesomness in a name like My Friend’s Band and we even started assigning instruments and odd jobs like Lead Kazoo Player and Band Therapist.  Take that, super cool game I used to suck at!  Okay, I’m gonna go blast some of My Friend’s Band’s Greatest Hits and try to start an office coup slash dance party.  Laterz.

that’s ms. suave to you.

me: i wish i was Rico Suave but with dudes
Dobies: ummm you are remember how many people meet you and are like wow i want to sleep with her but i’m going to make it really complicated and weird for her to do that?

Oh, right.  My bad.

me gusta.

elefant
Salt&Syrup. www, The Internet

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These cards are made by Salt&Syrup, a quiet and quaint Scandinavian design firm that caught my attention today while I was doing some casual web wandering.  What can I say?  I’m a total sucker for whimsical animals and lowercase fonts.  Also, thanks to a certain Dan Dobies, I can’t stop listening to “The Modern Leper” by Frightened Rabbit.  Good thing we’re both subscribers to the “songs we love live on repeat” movement.  Very.  Good.  Thing.