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Okay, time to actually start posting again

I maybe, slightly, kind-of-sort-of forgot that I’m meant to be writing this, for a while. I have been working some, which I guess has expeller processed many other things out of my brain. Also, I’ve been listening to so much Yeasayer that it almost feels unfair to write about anything besides them, and I’m preeeetty sure there is a finite number of Yeasayer posts one blog should have (not that I’ve reached it yet, but I’m saving them, okay!). But now that I’ve done a Warped-recap post, all is healed, and I will magically have all of the motivation for posts again, right? ………………………………………….AGREE WITH ME!

One of the non-Yeasayer songs that has been giving me happy tingles this summer was made by an Irish band which is signed to a French label. The whole album it belongs to is pretty tirelessly upbeat, and is exactly what you need for all manner of driving-to-the-beach and sprawling-lazily-on-your-bed adventures. It would be highly appropriate during a picnic, or…frolicking. It would be excellent frolicking music. What I am saying is that this is one hell of a summer album, though I promise you can listen to it during other parts of the year, too. The album in question is, of course, the very excellent Tourist History by Two Door Cinema Club, and if you want catchy things to make you happy forever, you should go buy it.

Though there is a number of standout tracks, including the awesomely bouncy “I Can Talk,” which is like my favorite song to listen to at the gym ever, the one I am going to be rambling about today is the relentlessly/awesomely upbeat and optimistic “Something Good Can Work”. Why this song? Because it is a-bit-under-three-minutes of joy recorded, ready to be sent into your brain at any moment. Bad day? “Something Good Can Work”. Stupid fight? “Something Good Can Work”. Sad picture on the internet? “Something Good Can Work”. Etc, forever. The ridiculously cheerful guitar tone, happy bass line, lightly Irish-accented (yes!) vocals, and the (SHUT UP DYLAN THEY’RE AWESOME) synth-y drums all combine for maximum joy-creation. …I’m just going to stop writing now, so you can be happy, too.

“Let’s make this happen, girl
We’re going to show the world
That something good can work
And it can work for you”

P.S. The uber-cute and really simple music video does not hurt in the slightest. Look at how adorable they are! Look at how high that lead-singer wears his guitar, and how floppy his hair is! I want to keep them in my pocket!

P.P.S. Okay, okay, I can’t do this. I’m not a monster! Have the “I Can Talk” video, too. It must be danced around the room to. DANCE!


Warped Tour and Southern California Adventure

So, apparently I have some cool friends that live in that half of the state over there, or something, and we did some pretty cool things together. No worries, I’m not going to gush forever, but thanks again for having me, and you guys are awesome. Warped was too epic for words, but I will try my hand at them anyways. I’m so bummed all my bruises have mostly faded–the bruises from a really fun show are tangible reminders that you had a good time.

For most shows, I try and write about every set, but as long as my blog posts usually are, I’m going to go ahead and veto that idea for Warped.  Let’s just say we began the afternoon with some nice, heavy sets, and it was good, particularly Enter Shikari. It was a lovely start to a lovely day of drifting from stage to stage, perusing merch stands and consuming more and more water as the sun grew brighter.  The standout sets were as follows:

The Devil Wears Prada

Though I missed the first song or so getting to the stage they were playing from catching the first ten minutes of Of Mice & Men’s set, which was kind of a bummer, since they’re apparently much better recorded than live, this was just as solid as Another Friend said it would be. They’re adorable, even though that Jesus moment was slightly awkward for those of us who are not members of the Jesus crew, and I guess they play good music or something. Also, Another Friend got kicked in the face. His blood, it needs to get better at not escaping through his nose…

Against Me! 

They’ve been known for their relentless touring and awesome live show for years now, and well, that kind of reputation does not happen without reason. Kendal and I were second from the front for this one, as opposed to in the general area of the pit, like for most of the other sets, and it was pretty fantastic. They clearly have so much fun playing their music for a bunch of kids, and that shows. Tom Gabel was beaming the whole time, and it was adorable. They played a lot more old songs than the last time I saw them at Warped, which I was pretty psyched about. “Pints of Guinness Make You Strong”!..!!!!…!!!!!!!!!!!

Attack Attack!

CIRCLE PITS! Somuchfunsomuchfunsomuchfun. This was the set whose wonderfulness sort of took me by surprise. I figured it would be fun, because they are ridiculous. I did not figure that it would also be raging amounts of awesome. They were great, the moshing was fun, and the new vocal lineup sounded boss. Let’s go to Brazil, you guys. Shooooows.

And those were my favorites, though I must include some words about D.R.U.G.S., and those words are “Craig Owen shirtless!” (repeated several times very fast and with many more exclamation points). He’s quite the frontman, and Matt Good! Matt Good is in this band also, and he is adorable. So those are the words I have to say about Warped, until the next one…Hooray Warped! Have some Attack Attack! It’s good for you.

25th Post!

Finally, an anniversary type post! Why yes, it has taken me this long to get to 25 posts. That’s why this anniversary post is all special and shit–next one’s not coming for another 500 years. So, I figured I’d save the most special of songs, all-time favorites and such, for anniversary posts. Are you excited yet?

Good! Let’s take that excitement, and draw it out until the point of death with a long rant about music. I think saying that I love music would be stating the beyond obvious. There is music that is emblematic of every significant moment in my life; the right song  keeps me sane when I’m losing my mind, the right song that makes me happy when I’m sad. There’s this piece on piano that I have poured about every bit of negative emotion I’ve had since I’ve learned how to play it into. I don’t think I even have words for what music means to me, and I am full of the words!

The first time I listened to this album was the day I first toured Santa Cruz, and I played it non-stop for the scary, thrilling months that followed. It, along with the rest of this artist’s stuff, never fails to make me happy. The artist in question? He is one of my top five favorites in the world ever, not to mention the source of my raging obsession with Australian music. I’ve posted a song of his before, but this time, I’m whipping out what might be my very favorite one. It’s Josh Pyke time (which is the best time)!

Josh Pyke is Australian-accented, sunshine-dosed, beautifully-arranged, joy-saturated singer-songwriter wonderfullness. I have been obsessed since I bought his 2007 album, Memories & Dust–which I did not find out about until 2009, thanks to the very lovely fact that none of his albums so far have been out in the States. The next one, which is coming out in August, which I am way, way, way too excited about, might actually be out here. In which case he might actually tour here. In which case I might get to see him live, and die of happiness.

The song I have selected for your aural pleasure is a fantastic in every possible sense of the word–first off, it’s a waltz, which is something I love to pieces. But then again, there is nothing I don’t love about the damn thing. I love the piano part; I love the tone of the guitar, the absolutely fucking elegant arrangement. I love the warmth of his voice, and the fact that he sings with an accent–the pretty lyrics, and the flawless song-structure; love the verses (they do that thing where each successive verse intensifies), chorus, bridge (seriously, the bridge). Basically, this Josh Pyke can do no wrong, and this song has never even heard of wrong. I could hit repeat for days.

Here is “Covers Are Thrown.” Listen to it and feel joy.

And I kick them off,
In the night when we’re sleeping.
So we wake from our warm dreams,
To find ourselves freezing.

See you in another twelve years, motherfuckers.

What’s my excuse for this one?

So, I may have skipped almost a month again. Oooops. Can I just blame the insanity that is the end of the quarter and ignore the fact that I’ve been done with finals for almost a week? I’ve been sick, okay! Still am, actually. :/ See, none of this has anything to do with laziness! See how I am suffering to share some pretty music with you, overcoming my illness, all that? (Okay, I’m done now. )

Today, I bring to you some absolutely adorable indie-pop from Houston, Texas. (One of these days, I will get around to blogging about something less indie. I promise I’m not actually this cool. Anyone who has any illusions to that effect will have them shattered VERY SOON.) My brief inquest about the band in question turned out very little information, other than the fact that they hang out in Texas, and sell out shows there. They look very young in their photos, and did I mention ADORABLE?

So, this here song has everything anyone (namely, me) could ever want. There’s those boy-girl vocals I like so much, plentiful harmonies, some really sweet keys, and a pleasing, mellow drum-beat. They remind me a bit of Ra Ra Riot – strings + a lady. This is a good thing. There’s some really pretty voices, a really nice instrumental part, and all of it blends together just…way too nicely. So uh, just relax, let the harmonies wash over you, and enjoy “Skin Collision Past” by Wild Moccasins.

swollen tears swallowed by a pavement sea
authority figures look for me

If you would like to see the adorableness in action, here’s a video of an in-studio session they did for All Our Noise. (http://www.allournoise.com/)

And here is their facebook, if you’d like to look at pictures or follow links to their various holdings on the internet! (http://www.facebook.com/wildmoccasins?sk=info)

Something nice to perk up your late morning/early afternoon

What I have learned this week is that every time I sit down to write a blog post, people come over to our house. 😛 Which I do not mind in the slightest, because people..but it also means I’ve been trying to write about this song for an indeterminate number of days. All the things I’ve done have been pretty fantastic. The party on Saturday was fuuuuun. All the random hang-outy things we’ve done this week have been fuuuun. Life is pretty good, I’d say.

Since life is good, some fantastic, pop-y Dutch indie rock is definitely called for. Voicst are an absolutely precious band from Amsterdam. You can tell they’re awesome even before hearing their music because they are named after a stray cat that hung out at their very first practice space. That is pretty fuckin’ cute. Their music, however, definitely helps. It is fun, upbeat, and in my opinion, really well-mixed.

This song, off their 2008 album A Tale of Two Devils, is really, really good. It has a) an infinitely catchy and sing-alongable chorus b) verses with some really sweet backing harmonies c) a very cool bridge d) a really fun beat. It is also such a well-constructed song–from the intro with all the harmonies, to the way the bridge fades into the next verse, to just–the number of choruses (this is more important than you think). It is well-mixed and well put-together–if this song were a person, he or she would be well-adjusted as fuck. It is also upbeat and fun, with semi-simple-but-very-relatable-and-ever-so-slightly-bitter-sweet lyrics. Solid, solid pop-y gem of a song, with plenty of stuff for your good headphones.  I’ve made the decision to go with the music video for posting the song, because it showcases the band being adorable and really weird, even though they messed around with the song a bit for it. If you want to hear the album version, that is up on youtube and very easily found.

In case you don’t like this band enough yet, that song you hear a bit of at the start of the video is called “High As an Amsterdam Tourist”. Here is “A Year and a Bit” by Voicst. Love them.

Every day I am in this mess
I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
Just the top layer of the feeling
Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing

More cuteness?

So, my last cute post took something of a long time. (If you have not seen it with the version that, you know, actually has music in it, you should do that. The music in it is good!) So, I figured that I should write about another one of the songs I think is the cutest song in the world, and actually do it in one fell swoop, as opposed to many lazy edits.

I did not always think Kevin Devine was awesome. This is probably because I was not into folksy singer-songwriters when I first heard him. It is pretty weird how much my tastes have expanded over the past few years, but, moving on…Kevin Devine is one of Jesse Lacey’s best friends in the world ever, and Jesse Lacey does BACKING VOCALS on a few of his songs. This is how I began listening to him.

Besides the absolute awesome that a person acquires by being best friends with Jesse Lacey, Kevin Devine is pretty cool in his own right. His songs articulate all theses insecurities and nervous moments and random thoughts that anyone can relate to, despite how specific they are. A ginger, Brooklyn-living Irish boy, he manages to write some of the most adorable music possible despite being a former junkie. You have to admire someone who cuteness has that kind of resilience. And he is seriously cute. As this song will demonstrate.

Structurally, it is pretty standard free-wheeling, folksy singer-songwriter type fare, just loosely in verse-chorus form, all that. The song intensifies as it goes on, which never fails to make me happy. Also, the guitar part is really fun, and kind of just makes me smile, as does the way that Kevin Devine delivers his vocals (it’s just so damn earnest!). There are some really well-executed harmonies on the chorus-y parts, and just…the lyrics. You guys, the lyrics. And the music with his voice and the lyrics. So good, so cute. That stuff about gingers not having souls might be a lie…Here is “People Are So Fickle,” off of Make the Clocks Move.

it’s just that people are so fickle
they fall in love at different angles
and really I could lose you
just as quickly as I’ve gotten you

A cute thing, in honor of the day

There are so, so many songs I could have used for this. Just ask Kendal Fong–any time I am listening to music, some song or another will come on, and I will declare it “THE CUTEST SONG EVER.” And I mean it every damn time.  After some thought, I decided I should go with someone not everyone’s heard, but who everyone in the world should definitely hear. Someone who I have been obsessed with since I first bought an album…

This post is like, a massive amount of self-serving, and not just because Josh Pyke is like…half of what I love in this world. I need more people in the US to listen to him so he’ll come here. He’s really, really well-known in Australia, where he is from, but his albums are literally not out in the US–only the UK and Australia. And those are the places he tours. The things I would do to see that man live…and yet, I can’t even buy merch, because shipping makes a canvas bag cost over $40.

At any rate, Josh Pyke is really my only possible choice for cute songs. I would have that man’s babies without asking too many questions, that’s how fucking perfect his music is. He’s got a great voice, an Australian accent, mad song-writing and arranging skills, and just…whether you’re happily in love, alone and longing, pining for someone, cautiously hopeful, bitter and heartbroken…if you are anything at all, he will have a song that voices that sentiment more gorgeously and more eloquently than anyone should ever have the ability to do…and can you tell I’m just stalling because I have absolutely no idea which of his songs to choose?

Sorry about that, anyone who saw that little glitch. 🙂 I was bound to try and write about a song that isn’t up on youtube eventually. I reeeaaally ought to check in advance. Fun facts: Australian quite possible exists juuust to make my life hard. So, I uh, had to use OTHER DEVIOUS METHODS to deliver you sweet Aussie goodness.  Hopefully they work.

So, uh, as someone who group up listening to a lot of what you would call emo, having a song written about you is…not the most desirable thing in the world. There are, however, some songs that remind me that it is not all bad. Like this one. Once upon a time, listening to this song, I found myself thinking “Yeah, having something like this written about me wouldn’t be so bad…” The perfect balance of sweet-but-not-sappy, this song means I might not whip out the cross and garlic if I get hit on by a musician-type again. Also, it has banjo. I don’t think I can over-state my love for banjo.

One of the less sweepingly orchestral songs on Josh Pyke’s first full-length, Memories & Dust, this song is simple and sweet. It’s got a perfect melody, some fantastic harmonies, what I think might be xylophone, and have I mentioned that banjo? That banjo is a damn good banjo. The chorus is a chorus you can run around the house singing (or is that just me?). Basically, this song had me at awesome banjo and awesome chorus and awesome harmonies. The sparkling-sweet lyrics are just a nice touch. 🙂 Cuddle up with someone nice to listen to this, if a someone-nice is available.

\”Monkey With a Drum\” by Josh Pyke

I’ve got some money put away
For a great escape
And I could run for a girl like you

(Please tell me the fucking link works.)