Once upon a time, I lived in a magical place.
A place where everything sounded like the beach
& everything was yours at the click of a Google.
This place was called, 2009.
2009 was the best.
It marked the first season of East Bound & Down, the burgeoning independent music blog community, Harry Potter & The Half Blood Prince hit theaters and “Sun Was High” was released, and we were all so excited because no one knew Best Coast was going to turn into a glaring embarrassment yet.
But most of all, you could download anything you wanted, from obscure 1960′s EPs to the Arcade Fire’s album that was six months from its release date.
Computer programs?
TV shows?
Movies?
Whatever!
It was all ours.
It was all mine.
Unfortunately, now all that is gone.
My computer crashed & I had only backed up 60% of my shit.
In 2009, I would have been like,
“No worries! I’ll just re-download it all!”
In 2012, I’m just like,
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!
WHY CAN’T I STEAL ANYTHING?!”
It’s a completely different world out there, you guys. I can’t just Google “70′s Afrofunk: The Revolution.zip” or “Final Draft 7 serial number” anymore. It’s horrible. My life is over. I will never be able to regain everything I took out of 2009. How am I to make summer mixes?! How am I to write my scripts?! Does the world expect me– some poor ass twenty-something who still occasionally has to suck-up her pride & get her parents to bail her out of shit & then feel like an awful Lena Dunham character– to actually pay for all the shit I used to steal?!
My world has nearly imploded!
It’s like 2008 all over again!
The only solace I can take from that is that 2013 will be another 2009, but fucking better. I will have finally cracked this Final Draft I stole & will have written the best fucking script & gotten hired on a fucking show & will never have to blog again! I will only do it for the sheer fucking fun of it! So fuck yeah! 2013! 2012 you can’t bring me down with your fucking crazy government sanctions on the internet! You’ll be sucking my dick, internet! You too, the government! YEEEEOWWWW!!!
Sorry guys.
I’m just trying to be positive here
/ have drank a lot of sauvignon blanc, ya’all.
Well, it’s here.
The moment you’ve ALL been waiting for,
TANGENTS & THE TIMES’ FAVORITE ALBUMS OF 2011.
Thank you for being patient. It’s taken me a whole week to do this because of all the other shit I have to do that is moderately more important than making lists like five people give one fourth of a fuck about, but that’s okay. I really appreciate you giving one fourth of a fuck to be here.
There may be some of you who are late to the game & don’t realize that the only reason my blog started to matter is because of a particular group of music bloggers that became my friends & pushed me into stardom & then I started writing features for Pitchfork’s now defunct Altered Zones and my boy Ian’s blog, Friendship Bracelet. I seriously don’t know how any of that really happened since I mostly relate music to my feelings & moods instead of objective opinion. I’m not an authority by any means but I do think I’m somewhat of a tastemaker in terms of leading a leisurely Southern California lifestyle. And these albums are the watermelon mojitos of my iTunes.
That’s what this list brings you.
These are my favorite albums,
not necessarily the best albums.
These are albums for sunny days,
for day drinking & hard lounging.
Albums for long drives down the coast
& weekends spent camping with friends.
This is a list that sums up my 2011,
so drink up.
I’m not a huge fan of synthesizers, but Summer Camp does it right. Instead of using them as a means-to-an-end in terms of music making, Summer Camp uses them like they would have been a Billboard Top Ten band in ’86. Honestly, if you didn’t know better, you’d probably be asking yourself what Molly Ringwald film these songs were written for. Young love & the suburbs? I’m in! And the supreme use of a Weird Science quote? BITCH PLEASEEEE. Too good. I nearly broke my ankles dancing in new platform shoes in my underwear to this the first day I got it, sooo if that doesn’t say anything, I don’t know what will.
Favorite Track: “Brian Krakow” & “Welcome To Condale”
Despite how much I hate being so damn predictable, Tennis’ Cape Dory has me written all over it. Beachy pop about relationships on the high sea? I’m not going to sit here & act like just this past week I saw them at Spaceland (fuck you, it’s still Spaceland) & wasn’t singing along with every single song. Because I was! Eagerly! Just like I did in my car for six weeks straight after this came out. I don’t disagree with the argument that this is “girl music”. It’s catchy, it’s cute and it’s preppy pop, rendering it completely irresistable to me. Luckily, I am a girl so I can listen to it all I want without emasculating myself. If you have/had a vagina, you probably have sung at least a couple songs in the mirror too.
EVERYONE. SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP. I REALLY LIKE THIS ALBUM. I don’t care how much pretentious-ass guff I get for this pick. Look, I’m a sucker for masterful instrumentation & heavenly harmonizing. Throw in some universal themes and call me cooked. I can’t help that these fools are supremely talented. Much like The Beatles, yeah, you don’t have to like them but if you can’t respect their game, I’m genuinely worried about your moral character.
Such a great album, one of those you can listen to all the way through without skipping a song. I love that. It’s a real throw-back to the surf days of yore, but with a couple of twists including elements of soul, punk and tinges of classic R&B. It’s very entertaining to listen to, and I also enjoy that Shannon & The Clams seem to have a bit of a sense of humor about themselves (See the tiki-hooting of “The Cult Song” & you’ll get what I mean, I swear that song should be in some 60′s Gidget rip-off flick right before some cheap Elvis looking fool gets sucked into a cave or something). It’s lo-fi, it’s fun, it’s a rolicking roll at the beach, immediately prompting fantasies of tandem long-boarding with your number one babe. This should have been the soundtrack to your summer. Luckily for all of you who slept on this, we have another summer in like five months, so hold tight!
Favorite Tracks: “Sleep Talk” & “You Will Always Bring Me Flowers”
The quintessential folk album of 2011. Done & done. Woods has been around for a minute, but much like early Devendra Banhart, their initial releases were just a little too weird for me. They were enjoyable and skillful, but lacked the melodic patterns I personally need in order to listen to an album on the reg’. Sun & Shade takes the experimental flare that drew me to Woods in the first place and exemplifies the structure I desperately craved. The album itself is a faultless mingling of psych-rock with pop sensibility, and folk with innovation. Sun & Shade is thoughtful yet still rousing, and the ideal place to lose yourself on a sunny afternoon.
Favorite Tracks: “Be All Be Easy” & “Out Of The Eye”
This album is exceptionally sexy. Just, so so sexy. On a dark, blown-out beach of beats and crashing waves of reverb, there is Alex Zhang Hungtai on the shore, slicking back his hair with a comb under a blanket of stars. Dirty Beaches is the beddable bad boy who makes you weak in the knees. Even though you’re so fucking afraid of motorcycles, but you get on his motorcycle anyway because he holds your hand and you melt. His Adonis-greaser vibe and nearly sinister crooning is masturbation inducing. It’s swooning. It’s eerie. It’s a tantalizing trip to Twin Peaks, if Twin Peaks had a couple of dark lifeguard towers to lose your virginity in.
Oh, Monster Rally, how I adore thee. Definitely the most talked about project on my blog for more than a year and a half, the Cleveland bedroom-musician-cum-DJ-or-something-or-other incredibly mixes romantic romps through the tropics. It’s this jungle-dream-jazz-world vibe that is simply unparalleled, in both sound and mixing expertise. While looking for a way to explain Coral, all I can say is it sort of makes me feel like a less drug addicted version of Elvira Hancock. Like, that I’m probably living lavishly in 1970′s Hawaii, lounging by immaculate beaches all day & wearing long, too-low cut dresses all night. I serve perfect cocktails from my wet bar & sashay across shag carpet. I’m the classiest adult with a wild side while listening to this album. Like, oh, she’s so domestic! Look at the way she shakes that martini! BUT WAIT! NOW SHE’S SKINNY DIPPING!
I lead a very, very rich fantasy life. And Monster Rally is the soundtrack.
I feel like Real Estate and I have a lot in common. Lush lawns, chlorine pools, taking it easy. At first, Real Estate seems almost minimalistic, but a good listen reveals layers of skillful sequences and nearly elegiac lyrical conclusions. It’s not sad, but it’s definitely reflective. Maybe it’s that I spend a lot of time mulling over the circular driveways and tree lined Main streets that harbored my own youth, but I can’t help but get lost in this album. I’m really glad it didn’t suck, TBH. Their first album has been my absolute go-to since its release and I was nervous for my suburban soul mates, but they came through, just like I knew they would. Also, so so so glad Alex got to sing on this album! That song, “Wonder Years” has some seriously mental guitar shit going on.
Good fucking god, I love White Fence. So many bands have tried to capture a true yet organic take on the sounds of the 60′s & 70′s, but most fail. Not White Fence. White Fence sounds like some gem you’d accidently stumble upon in the dollar bin of your favorite record store, but is still fresh as fuck. Tim Presley is the best musician in Los Angeles, and arguably one of the best in the world, in my sort of professional opinion. You just do not get the craftsmanship, vision and innovation that White Fence encompasses in just any band. It has a nearly Beatles feel to it, with its steady beats and I love Presley’s punch-drunk vocal delivery. It’s catchy and quixotic, so basically, fanfuckingtastic.
Favorite Tracks: “And By Always” & “Sticky Fruitman Has Faith” & “Lillian (Won’t You Play Drums?)”
I discovered Connan Mockasin when Dudefriend got this insane surf video I’m obsessed with, Lost Atlas. This album completely changed the game. Reminiscent to what could be cheaply described as a more accessible Ariel Pink, this album is an acid-dipped storybook dreamscape, residing somewhere between sunglass-shaded & stoned drives down PCH and the moss covered caves that foster my prettiest fantasies. It is clean psychedelia, something with imagination and precision. Ethereally sharp, Forever Dolphin Love simultaneously leads the journey while holding your hand down the path, narrating your current life– a soundtrack that not only reflects the present, but somehow manages to influence the future. I swear I’ve only had one bong rip guys, but really, this album is really a magical & adventurous beast. Anytime I am listening to it, I feel like I am in the most beautiful place in the world & feel as though at any moment, anything could happen; my life could begin.
Yes, this album makes me feel like I could be born again, right now.
Favorite Tracks: “It’s Choade My Dear” & “Faking Jazz Together” & “Forever Dolphin Love”
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So, that is that. Thank you for joining me on this exploration of my year in music. I sincerely hope you check out anything you didn’t already know about & support these awesome artists. I absolutely love talking about myself & my incredible taste so I hope you had as much fun as I did. xo
Oh, damn, somebody’s comin’ up
trying to get me all infatuated & shit!
Hong Kong Cavalier is this dude I know nothing about,
but my home boy JJ sent me and I’m like,
DAMNNN! CAVALIER?! TOO TRUE!
THIS IS A MAN AFTER MY OWN HEART!
The perfect blend of surf-pop-lo-fi-garage-fuzz that I can’t help but fall helplessly in love with, HKC is a quintessential addition to any iTunes library that plans on maintaining an air of Indian Summer throughout the cold remainder of 2011.
I’m also a sucker for loops & sound bytes from movies,
so I mean, yeah, Hong Kong Cavalier is my new jumpoff.
I don’t know what else to say but just like believe me,
& press play.
If there is anything quintessential to my existence– aside from breathing, writing & drinking– it is the perpetual summer I create for myself and (sometimes to their dismay) those around me. Born and bred in Southern California, the majority of my childhood weekends were spent at the beach or the pool. I can’t stand not being in the sun for more than a couple days, and there is nothing I love more than a cocktail next to a body of water.
That being said, my Dudefriend is from Chicago.
For the longest time my obsession with laying in the sun boggled him,
and totally fucked all my ideas of “fun”.
Luckily, over the past year Dudefriend,
a super gnarly snowboarder,
has picked up surfing.
This is hands down one of the best things
that has ever happened to our relationship.
Not only does this give us both a reason to be at the beach every weekend, but it has also brought professional surf videos back into my life, which in my personal opinion are the best (& only) pro-sport videos to watch. Skateboarding is kind of cool too but it just doesn’t have shit on surf videos. I know this because I worked at Active Ride Shop, which means I have seen a lot of skate videos and none of them are as dope as surf videos, and especially not THIS surf video.
I wanted to recount all my years spent scouring the Newport harbor for surfer boys, but I will spare you the gushy details of my pre-teens daydreaming about Kelly Slater and get to the point.
Here’s why:
1. SIIIICK surfers, including some household favorites
like Dane Reynolds, Craig Anderson & Dion Agius.
2. The cinematography looks straight out of a fucking Wildfox lookbook.
3. And most importantly to my audience, THE SOUNDTRACK IS INSANE.
Watching this video is like taking my ideal three months of vacation around the world looking through that perfect weed/sunglass filter and checking out mad babes while listening to a mixtape I made myself.
To know me is to love me,
and to know I fucking love Monster Rally.
“Surf Erie” is one of my favorite songs off MR’s latest EP, Deep Sea.
Beautifully shot with just the right amount of summer magic,
this video is not only fitting, but it’s nearly perfect.
Makes me miss Woodsist & Big Sur a lot. /
Nothing like being surrounded by beautiful trees listening to quality jams,
sneakily drinking wine out of your Tumblr tote bag, obviously.
Buy it on vinyl from my homies over at Gold Robot. Not only is it beautiful to listen to, but it’s also beautiful to watch spin because it’s opaque pink!
Every summer for the past three summers, the amazing “NY/LA mixtape/sound collage collaborative” that is the Mondo Boys have released an installment of their WEIRD SUMMER series.
The WEIRD SUMMER mixes are probably the best thing of all time in terms of summery mixes, and I look forward to seeing them posted every year on Aquarium Drunkard. This year’s mix is, of course, the perfect blend of surf-soaked songs, vintage jams and that quintessential glint of buzz from the likes of White Fence, Julian Lynch, The Fresh & Onlys, Wild Nothing and more.
It’s up for download now on Aquarium Drunkard and on the Mondo Boys’ site,
so get that shit quick and never forget, SUMMER ONLY ENDS IF YOU LET IT. ♥
Who wants to get mad leisurely right now?!
You do, duh, so get on my lifestyle quick.
Monster Rally is doing a limited Pay-What-You-Want sort of deal on a new release. The collection of songs he recorded “in a hot, sweaty attic” last summer along with the Palm Reader sessions is called Crystal Ball, and it’s available now on his Bandcamp.
As you could guess, I adore it beyond words. To know me is to know that Monster Rally is the love of my musical life. If you’re saying, “Why don’t you marry it?!” cause you’re a child, well, for the record, if I could marry a Bandcamp account, I would already have put a ring on that bitch.
Crystal Ball exemplifies everything that makes Monster Rally what it is. With hints of Hawaii, samples of summer, flecks of funk and a pinch of worldliness, Monster Rally has once again perfected the sound of pleasure. Right now, as far as my daydreams are concerned, I am on a beach so fucking far from this desk, waiting in a bikini at a grass-shacked fully stocked bar, shimmying to this:
Catch Monster Rally at Glasslands in NYC on July 31st for me, please?
Just want to take a moment to say fuck you to all the shitty synth-pop bands that have recently tricked me into listening to their awfulness by using the word “summer” in their song/album titles. From now on, all use of the word “summer” in song/album titles must be approved by me. In case you didn’t know, the Internet has deemed me the Queen of Summer numerous times over. I am a renowned authority on summer, and you all have no idea what the fuck that shit sounds like, so, obviously I have to revoke any privileges you thought you had, going around and naming things like they’re fucking summery. You’ve probably never got drunk on the beach or ran around in sprinklers or jumped off a dock or gotten pushed in pools with all your clothes on by every boy you ever had a crush on in junior high, have you? Because believe me, that shit does not sound like a Moog vomiting in my ears with some sort of cheap Joy Division vocal rip-off whipped cream on top.
Go drink a lemonade on a boardwalk somewhere and figure it out.
Get back to me when you don’t sound like some bullshit
the lead singer of Orgy would MP3-J at a fucking 18 & over club.
South By Southwest went as quickly as it came, as most events that involve twelve hours of drinking with your friends for days on end assuredly do. But that is exactly what I intended to do– hang out with my friends & listen to music we enjoy listening to.
Throughout my life, music has always provided me with not only an escape, but also with a community. As horribly dorky as it is (well, maybe not anymore now that it’s even acceptable to go around calling yourself a “blogger”), most of my greatest friends have been made on the internet, over music. And nothing has changed. I can’t tell you how gratifying it is to go to something like SXSW & meet up with my favorite writers from across the country & shoot the shit about shit I care about without having to explain it all. You know what I’m talking about?
Hypotheticals, now GO!
Your friend who knows little to nothing about what you do on the day to day asks you how your day was or whatever. Some normal-ass nonsense. You’re like,
“Oh, blah-blah on bloggidyblog talked about BAND-X
& then boogity-boo said yada yada on hmmuniahhh-what”
and the person you’re talking to is like, “Whaaaaaa?”
Maybe if you’re lucky, they caught BAND-X opening for Best Coast or some shit last summer & they can piece some of it together but, even then, it’s a struggle. I have this same problem in my blog, especially as it becomes more popular. I get, er, complaints, about how I’m “unrelatable” and people “don’t know what I’m talking about half the time”.
Well, I know what I’m talking about.
And it’s so good to be around people that
I can discuss all the hmmuniahhh-whats I want around,
and have them know what the fuck I’m saying.
Lord knows Dudefriend needs a break.
Alright, alright, enough with my pre-menstrual symptomsss.
2. Dirty Beaches
Alright, now, I’ve been loving on Dirty Beaches for a minute, but um, NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR SEEING THIS BRO ALEX LIVE. HOLY SHIT. He’s got this super dreamy, sexy, Asian Adonis meets the Outsiders vibe going, but with this like 1950′s crooner attitude. Ugh. As a girl who grew up with crushes on men who stood in front of big bands with greased back hair, this. just. KILLS ME. Seriously.
1. Summer Camp
Wow, okay, let me be the first to say I ended up inadvertently stalking Summer Camp at SXSW. I promise it was not premeditated, it just sort of happened. And thank god it did. First, I saw them at Forest Family. SLAYED. Then the next day we’re at Gorilla vs. Bear & we’re like DUH WE’RE GOING TO WATCH SUMMER CAMP AGAIN, THEY SLAY!!! And well, they slayed again, this time with a bunch of adorable quips about death metal. Elizabeth (the singer) jumped down off the stage & seduced all the boys in the front row. It was then I knew she was my hero. But then when she told me they just enjoy staying in & watching 30 Rock,
I was like, “ARE YOU GUYS MY SOUL MATES?”
OK. Didn’t really say that cause that would have been awkward.
Instead we just showed up at their acoustic show on Saturday
and I was officially, just like, IN LOVE.
THEY ARE INCREDIBLE!
There were definitely tears welling up behind my godforsaken Ray-Bans. If being in a relationship has done anything to me, it has turned me into a mom watching Pixar films when it comes to Couple Duos. Ugh. First Tennis, now Summer Camp. BUT I AM NOT ASHAMED. Everyone should aspire to this sort of thing, you know, what else is art if not the power to evoke feelings in others?
I never know what to expect out of bands these days, especially ones with plenty of synths, pedals & all that other jazz I have no business trying to talk about. But Summer Camp is an incredibly talented duo and their acoustic set made me just, well, it just killed me. It was so great. They are excellent musicians as well as storytellers, and their acoustic set accentuated their more than relatable lyrics. They are truly one of those bands who really win you in their live sets, something a lot of acts could learn from.
I don’t have a video of any of their SXSW performances,
but this take-away show captures their acoustic goodness.
I got drunk last night & actually wrote an entire essay on Summer Camp but then woke up this morning, re-read it & was like DAMN GIRL.
PUT UR FEELINGS AWAY.
But I still can’t!!!
Dave of RawkBlog had a good Tumblr post today about people bitching about the corporate-ness of SXSW this year. This was my first year and honestly, I did exactly what I wanted to do & had the best time doing it.
“MOVE 2 CALIFORNIA, I HEAR YOU’LL HAVE A BETTER TIME.“
I’ve never lived anywhere else, so I can’t be for certain, but finding myself on a beach in February seems a hell of a lot more enjoyable than dealing with most of the shit I’ve been reading on Twitter about the stunts ya’alls weather pulls.
This mix is to rub it in. LOL JK. Kinda.
☼ ∞ AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE ABOUT TEENAGE REBELLION ∞ THE MEANEST BOYS ∞ RYAN TROTT ∞ ARIEL PINK ∞ YOUNG PRISMS ∞ MELTED TOYS ∞ PURO INSTINCT ∞ LORD HURON ∞ SHIMMERING STARS ∞ DUCKTAILS ∞ RED CRAYOLA ∞ FELT ∞ THERAPIES SON ∞ SMITH WESTERNS ∞ NAVAJO BIXBY ∞ SCHOOL KNIGHTS ∞ IGGY POP ∞ TIMES NEW VIKING ∞ LA SERA ∞ ALPS ∞ TENNIS ∞ JEANS WILDER ∞ ☼
This mix is dedicated to warm sand, sparkling sangria & new California resident, my girl, Miss Amy Hunt ♥. Show her love in da club.
Look, I get it. You want to be a photographer.
We all want to be something, someone,
and I’m not going to fault you for that.
I am going to fault you
for being a fucking douche about it.
Congratulations, you have an SLR.
Sorry, that doesn’t make you a professional.
And that’s the truth dude. So all the running around you’re doing, all the sprints from stage right to stage left as if the stage isn’t forty feet long and two inches from your face, is uncalled for. Especially during an intimate performance. Especially during an intimate performance that is mostly a capella.
Do you know what is the worst accompaniment
for a capella lady voices from the heavens?
The sound of your fucking single lens
reflexing & snapping away.
Also,
I am standing here.
RIGHT HERE.
Yes, I EXIST.
And I am shorter than you, so you know, I mean, I don’t think tall people would appreciate it either, but I really do not appreciate you walking backwards & pushing your back into my face so you can take a shot, as if the other nine hundred you have already taken wouldn’t suffice. As if the other nine hundred shots haven’t already taken me out of the show, now you have to completely block me from it. Thanks for that dude. Thanks a lot. I hope you are a professional & that I am only assuming you’re just a couple years older & no steps up from the spoiled seventeen year-olds hanging out with their Canons outside the Echo on a Thursday afternoon waiting for some early, shitty all ages show. I hope you get paid. Truly.
I’d feel a lot better about the situation
if your pictures showed up in some publication
I probably don’t give a shit about anyway.
As you may have picked out of that rant yesterday, no one is in Los Angeles for the holidays. This is good because there isn’t so much traffic but bad because you aren’t driving anyway because you’re not going anywhere because all your friends are gone until Tuesday. Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday… FUCK YOUR TUESDAY! IT’S SUNDAY! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MYSELF?
I know, you’re probably like, “Girl, take a personal day.”
But I’ve already taken like four of those!
It just sucks because I mean, not EVERYONE is gone but the people that are left are not people I am close enough with to be like,
“Yo, hey, do you want to come play Mario Kart,
drink brandy and do laundry together
in our pajamas with last night’s makeup on?
Maybe watch Home Alone again?
Maybe talk about my feelings?”
Or worse is the old,
“Hey want to come over & drink wine?”
This is a very normal thing for me to ask just about anyone, but a lot of dudes– since I’m totally like one of those girls (see: Elaine Benes)– are totally either like, “WTF are you coming on to me? You have a dudefriend.” or “Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrre will” & end up totally thinking I want to do them
and for both I’m always like WHOA WHOA WHOA.
DO I REALLY NEED TO START BEING LIKE,
“HEY WANT TO COME OVER & DRINK WINE
& TOTALLY NOT HAVE SEX WITH ME?”
Maybe I do have to start saying that. Maybe once you get past a certain age, everyone outside of your core group of friends thinks you want to do them. I seriously think that’s it. In fact, I KNOW it is. It’s so true. Every single time a dude has ever been like, “Yo, want to get some tacos?” or something equally innocent, it turns out it’s a “first date” & you’re like, NOW HOLD ON A MINUTE, I HAVE A HIGHLY PUBLICIZED RELATIONSHIP ON THE INTERNET GET REAL. Which is fine, I guess.
Most people my age are trying to get laid.
Whatever, I get that but it’s just like,
I’m just trying not to stare
at my Christmas tree drunk
by myself for another three days.
I think I’m going to go to this,
because, it’s like, what’s the point of not?
First of all, I love music, which makes me very unique.
Secondly, you don’t need friends to go with you to shows.
Thirdly, when you go alone you get to pretend to be “mysterious”!
So, I mean, this is great.
This is the solution to my problems.
Plus, I’m DYING to give my new blow-dryer a whirl!
For all the details like set times, visit The FMLY.
Really conflicted over School Knights playing at the same time as Jeans Wilder though. Really not sure what I’m going to do about that. :\
I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR EVERYONE.
THIS IS IMPORTANT, LISTEN UP.
OK.
What modern-classic Christmas Album/Song
is undoubtedly very important to just about every girl?
Just like, EVERY GIRL LOVES IT & WE ALL KNOW IT.
Please answer in the comments section because this is an on-going argument in our home and I only have one answer so far that Dudefriend says I “totally sold it” & something about how I’m “sandbagging” him. He just doesn’t fucking know women and how much they love singing…
[FILL THIS IN, WITH THE RIGHT ANSWER].
I will check my comments when I get home from work
& if you failed me, I will be like, mad disappointed in your appraisals
of women, the 90′s & modern-day classic carols.
On that note, I will share with you this dope holiday BAnanas Symphony mp3 that I got last week. I really like it, even though it’s mistakable for something Animal Collective left on a cutting room floor somewhere. Not that I can be surprised and not that I don’t dig it. Animal Collective has been one of everyone’s favorite bands since 2005, so you’re bound to see that influence bleed into new bands. This seasonal jam is super crunchy, I love it and it’s definitely been making it’s rounds on my xmas playlist ever since we got our tree up.
This is something that means a lot to me & should mean a lot to you. Michael McGregor, of internet doreignChocolate Bobka, has put together his second installment of The Report, an amazing collection of written word, sang songs & performed, performances from some of the best artists in the country. The Report is an amazing sample of exemplary work that is produced & curated within our community and it is something you should support. Don’t Costanza me on this shit. Like, it’s not going to work. Support the collaboration of artists we love, it’s more important than that extra whisky on the rocks tonight at the Tennis show tonight.
& VISIT THE REPORT’S KICKSTARTER TODAY.
LIKE DO IT. GO WATCH THE VIDEO.
I TRIED TO EMBED IT BUT WORDPRESS WOULDN’T HAVE IT.
BUT THAT DIDN’T STOP ME & NOTHING SHOULD STOP YOU.
Anyway, I'm Marissa A. Ross, a writer who graduated from acting school to make a living as an internet addict. Just another American Dream, drinking too much & putting shit on the internet.
I also dig music, which makes me really original.
And this is my inconsequential plot of internet real estate.
