I'm a bit late on the fanatic Florence and the Machines train, however I managed to hop on the last one of the evening! She's sassy, full voiced, fierce, and not doing too shabby with her fiery red hair, god I love a pretty ginger like Jlew. This song is bound to up your day and be a feel good track to your week, which has been coasting in the 70's and isn't too bad if I do say so myself. Oh happy day my lovelies!
Days I get lost, lost in the leaves changing color, skies stretched with blue, rivers that wander off into the sea, and time lost between you and me. Here's Efterklang's latest single that is off their upcoming 2010 album, god I love these Danish boys.
Oh sweet, sweet sorrow sing gently here with me. I've been a fan of this fine gentleman A.A. Bondy since his last album "American Hearts" back in 2007. I heard this song watching House last week and instantly I was swooned with the piano, reverbed guitar, and subtle drums winning my ears attention. Still, I find his last album a bit more on the favorable side, yet this song is on repeat on this cold winter night. Also be sure to check out the song from his prior album, "There's a Reason", right here below. Happy Saturday.
I'm a Kings of Convenience girl, and more times than others I turn to them for simplicity in life. Strum me into a rainy or sunshine filled day, and swoon me with your sweet vocals. Norwegian boys sure know how to woo and ahhh their listeners, I bet if I burned one of their cds for my dad, he'd listen to it while he works on his sail boat in the harbor. Thanks to these guys, I'll always have a fascination and never ending love for build ups, gold in the air of summer, move fast with parallel lines, know that failure is the best way to learn, and rather dance with you, than that douche bag across the room. Their new album is airy, breezy, and sweet as per usual, here's some of my faves of the new album Declaration of Dependence.
Friday, fantastic Friday. How I love morning visits from someone who not only brings me coffee, but decadent chocolate chip cookies with some sort of magical middle, I'm having quite the start to my day! I'm currently listening to The Beta Band and dreaming about riding off into the sunset in an old 60-something convertible with hair blowing, heads bobbing, and my dearest friends having just had the best day ever. Summer is slowly fading away, someday soon it will be cold enough to sport the things I miss like stylish jackets, tights accompanied by skirts, cute heels, and getting out my dearly missed duvet comforter. Tomorrow's a Hollywood Forever Cemetery movie night with the lovelies, picnicing, wine, music, and Pee-wee's Big Adventure! Happy weekend Ya'll!
A weekend worth bantering about, revelations, and a funny little thing called love. Sometimes one gets so caught up with routine and living a life in the comfort lazy-zone, that the things one once loved are forgotten. There's this city nestled on the coast about an hour and a half outside of Los Angeles where I grew up called San Clemente. There's eroding geological wonders, vanishing beaches, epic waves, and my old bedroom that's been taken over by my parents belongings. You know you're back in your old neighborhood, when you can hear the roaring horns of trains traveling alongside the sand and the moist ocean air, sifts a salty layer upon your skin. It's happiness really.
I love The Dodos and you should too. Really, they are the best band I've heard in a long time that balances rhythm, guitars, and vocals in such a creative way that I wonder aimlessly through my day, humming and singing their songs around the people in my life. This song in particular has been the repeat of the week, singing the chorus;
I can't say that I know any tunes by Mike Mulcahy off the top my head, nor if I've ever actually heard anything by him period. I do know that there is an beautiful compilation to be released in September featuring many of my favorite artists such as The National, Dinosaur Jr., Ben Kweller, and many other musicians to raise money for the recently widowed man with twins. Thom Yorke's track is the first to be released, and has hints of The Eraser entangled with slight synthy-electronic undertones. His brother Andy even lends his vocals, how cute.
The art of being a seductive female folk artist, who can truly enrapture their audience are few and far between. There's a sweetly bitter sorrow in Sharon Van Etten's tone, that swirls a Mazzy Star daze into day dreaming that I simply love. Her songs are weathered, like the outside of a 1920's house that has gone years without a new coat of paint and has a forever empty rocking chair on the porch that is covered in dust. This lovely lady even opened up for one of my other favorite folksters, Meg Baird back in 2008. Tell me you don't love the haunting organ entangled with her gorg. voice.
I just might like this album more than the critically acclaimed Thriller, since our girl Jo spins the hell out of this one above on a daily basis. Perfection in the groovetastic, disco stew dancing sorta way. Here's a rather decent mash of my favorite Stardust song "Music Sounds Better with You", shimmied with MJ's "Don't Stop till You Get it On". The lovelies and I danced to it last night in the comfort of our living room, as we sipped on some Chianti and clanked our glasses, to the king of pop.
Why not do two posts back to back, of folky ass covers. She's humble and who knew Radiohead could sound so delicate, with a lady like her slowing it down and layering some good ol' six string guitar loving on it. Though I must say I miss the Jonny. Speaking of Jonny, I performed my new song "Johnny Boy" last night with the lovlies , where I sang my first feisty song ever. It was pretty awesome, I need to lay down so many tracks this summer, and begin to write brand spanking new ones.
Oh dreary mornings, which incline lazy lucid dreamers to sleep in, I heart thee. Thankfully I have raked in an unsubstantial amount of z points with this here flu, to wake up at a not so late 830 and feel just fine for getting out of my plushly cozy warm bed. Larchmont producing called and the apricots tasted superb, as well as the strawberries, white peaches, and blackbean chipotle hummus... Someone even surprised me this morning, with a simple little gift that my favorite vendor at farmers market brought back for me on his trip to Egypt. I haven't witnessed a selfless act of kindness in far too long. Noah's luckily wasn't out of my favorite bagel, chocolate chip with blueberry cream cheese! So here's a song for all yee lovelies just opening your eyes and indecisive on whether to get up or not, all you half asleepers....
I'm getting over this hideous flu that made me bedridden on and off since Thursday, with unimaginable headaching and nausea galore. This somewhat spectacular Saturday has me feeling on the hunky dory side, with hopes of a full recovery by Sunday morning, so I can peruse my fave farmers markets and stock up on the best hummus, tobuli, strawberries, and veggies. Here's a song to get your weekend going by The Postmarks, remixed by my favorite French boys Tahiti 80.
I am head over heels for these boys right now, and this song here is my fav. at the moment. It's bassy,franzy, catchy, seductive, and downright sexy. Oh you boys will never know, how you make a girl feel...
Jason Lytle, who are you trying to fool? This sounds exactly like Grandaddy, but I bet you don't have to deal with the drams you were experiencing with the old members. Kudos to you for breaking free and getting back to sounding good with your acoustic, synthy, mellowdramatic, layered lovliness, I really missed you.
It's Thursday evening and I've had a longer day than usual. A ridiculous 9am math test bantering on about Fermat and Descartes, something about probability... I worked it of course, and then had to race back to our Feliz to grab my homework for another class, that I had so forgetfully forgotten at home. Upon my return, Eugene talked me into hitting up Square One for a late lunch with one of his buddies. Buttermilk chicken Sandwich with a truffle aoli, portobello mushrooms, and potato salad, I love you. Back to school I went, meandering on the 5 listening to my new mix and a class that discussed the unpleasant talk of rape, I returned home to my lovely lady and Emma bear. Realizing my birhtday party is in less than two days and my tolerance to booze is extremely low, I dubbed Jo my drinking partner for the evening in hopes of building a tolerance. A beer and a half later, I'm pretty much buzzed pleasantly listening to a youtube video of Thome Yorke my buddy sent me. Saturday should be fantastically fun, I'm just hoping that I'm liquored perfectly throughout the crawl and make it back to our home to partake in dancing and cake. So here's a song to hype myself and potentially you up for it... for my Birthday.
Once upon a time in Indio, California, my friends and I pounded our rather large bottles of Stone IPA jogging to the gates of Coachella to catch the Friendly Fires. Oh 98 degree weather, we love you... We continued sprints of running and speed walking until we arrived to them already half way through their set, damn you far away free parking! Needless to say, we nestle in the tent and are taken over by the music these guys were putting out. To see a band so rhythmically tallented and well put together, tugging at my heart made them quite possibly the BEST act of the weekend. Their album truly doesn't project their utter aweseomeness, the way they are live. I need to see these guys again in a venue somewhere in my city, I'm thinking that Troubadour show we missed, or The El Rey would be swell... To catagorize them, though they need not to be labeled, their sound is much like Bloc Party's Silent Alarm era, meets !!!, but wayyyyy better. Hearts.
