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I have my dad’s overwhelmingly nice headphones on right now, so a post

First of all, these things are way too nice. Music is overwhelming when listened to through them. The clarity is ridiculous. Every sound is distinct and so rich…it’s honestly a tremendous challenge to focus on anything else with these things on. I could not handle owning these things. Listening to music I like on them, for me, is like getting knocked off my feet by a wave. Excuse my writing. It’s seriously hard to be coherent with these headphones on.

However, this blog does not exist to talk about headphones–it’s for songs. If what I want in life is to listen to music with good headphones and die all over the place, my go-to has always been “anything from the Elephant Six Collective.” Since for some reason, I’m super conscious of blogging about anything too obvious today, I won’t go with any of the three Elephant Six basics for this post–which means no Neutral Milk Hotel (it’s a crime to recommend any one song off In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, anyways. That album is best as a whole.), no Olivia Tremor Control, and no Apples In Stereo.

Instead, I’m going to gush about a song by the somewhat-less-often-rhapsodied-about Beulah. Beulah has ridiculously awesome arrangements and rich instrumentals which are best-served by quality headphones or speakers. Their music is, bluntly put, summery as fuck–which is also nice on a gloomy day. I’m gonna go for a song off their 1999 album When Your Heartstrings Break,  mostly because my favorite of their songs is on that one, but slightly because I think Pitchfork sends angry mobs after anyone who says anything good about The Coast Is Never Clear. This post is way too indie-kid. I guess that’s what happens to me when you scramble my brain with ridiculous headphones.

“Silverado Days” does not sound like a song. It sound like stretching out on a blanket in the sun, just close enough to a tree that there’s no glare in your eyes, on the grass in some park you remember having picnics with your family in as a kid. Probably someone nice is with you. “Silverado Days” is floaty and idyllic, with gorgeous, image-tinged lyrics. I love this song a stupid amount.

Beulah – “Silverado Days” 

Even though we don’t mean what we say
We throw our words
Like bombs and hand grenades


		
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Continuing the trend of posting late concert recaps…

The New Pornographers last Sunday, ohhh my goodness. That show made me way, way too happy.

I was pretty sure it was going to be awesome, because New Pornographers–but that was above and beyond what I expected. I have never seen a band do massively multi-part harmonies like that live. I have never seen indie kids come so alive at a show, but how could they not? Their music is so completely full of joy as to overwhelm all capacity for coolness–not that I have any of that in the first place, but I wasn’t the only one dancing! It was all so pretty and so full of happy. Also, Kendal went with me, and that was pretty cool or something.

Here is a live video of “The Crash Years,” because them playing this song made me so happy and I want to see them over and over again.