I think… I hear it, nope definitely there. That’s odd, it might be my roommate or his girlfriend again although this is the first time I can hear it through the walls… That’s some power to it I guess! Or it could be coming from upstairs… Also, I need to really get on this grind to land a job. This job opportunity as well as the other places I apply to can impact my future and where I will be residing.
I could sleep if I really wanted to really. Doesn’t feel like something I’d pursue a the moment though. Hmm… I should begin to pick up the guitar again. Listening to my friend play his own songs kind of inspired me a bit. Might fuck around and dick around a few chords to see what comes out as a result.
I do believe that sadly I have inherited the laziness of my dad in one aspect, the kindness that my mother has towards others (which can work for and against you at times), and none of the working hard/can’t keep in one place and always have to be doing something productive that my mother and grandmother share.
I can only describe this song in one way: Ruckus was built drives on for warm summer nights with your arm hanging out the window.
Their last.fm information page is kind of…pretentiously silly but I like their motto of making music without intention. They’re rock music with pop sensibilities and pretty decent lyrics. The band also does a great cover of “Cooler than Me” and I really recommend checking out their other song Straight Line.
Their eponymous EP was released in February and according to their twitter - they are back in the studio.
I don’t know how to appropriately describe Sissy & The Blisters, a three part English, one part Australian group, but I’m going to try. They’re like…garage pop that’s been fed a heavy diet of The Stroke, 1977 and on punk and The Doors. There’s palpable energy in James Geard’s voice that makes you shake your head to the beat of this song.
Formed in 2009, they’ve already got a great, cohesive sound that’s heavy on the drums and guitar riffs. And they’re already known for their love of using organs in their music.
Keep an eye on these guys - they have a new E.P coming out October 3rd called Get Her Home.
I’m just starting to get into the swing of things this semester so unfortunately this will be my second week in a row without a full write up. Here’s a track off of Cloud Nothings’ new release, Attack on Memory. They worked with the legendary Steve Albini while recording and managed to put out one hell of an album.
It’s been so long since I’ve listened to this song, and today it popped on the shuffle mode… Oh boy, how I loved this song, and the band’s videoclips.
I still remember this kid in primary school drawing Noodle in his agenda, and I thought ‘Wow, this is a really nice drawing’ and then he wrote ‘Gorillaz’, I was 10 and I didn’t know it was a band, I just thought it must have been a character from a cartoon tv show or something. Then, some years later, I found out it was a band, and fell in love with this piece.
Iceland! Iceland! What do you put in your water? You give me Björk, Sigur Rós, Emilíana Torrini and now Of Monsters and Men?
This sextet’s first album is like this perfect smorgasbord of indie music. Little bit of Arcade Fire, Mumford & Sons, sprinkle of Florence & the Machine and a touch of the xx. Admittedly, Dirty Paws is not their catchiest song (that award goes to Little Talks) but I think it best represents the album as a whole. I also love how evocative the lyrics are.
Their new album, My Head is an Animal, is only available in Iceland but it’s slated for an early 2012 US release. To tide you over, you should check out their EP Into The Woods.
Does anyone else have the icon of messages stuck at “1”?!?! Anyone?! I mean it’s been on that for MONTHS!!! It’s beginning to bother me now merely because it should be at zero. I receive messages and I clean my list, but there’s always just one left that’s not really there…
And when I say I need someone I mean I need someone that I can talk to. Someone that I can freely speak my mind to. I want to lay down in bed with someone and just have a conversation. Just a casual conversation between me and someone I can trust entirely. The only problem is that the closest people that I would choose to do this with if anyone are out far and can’t make it right now.
This is highly disappointing… Sometimes I feel like I’m expecting too much from doing so little.
So to recap tonight, reddit radio featuring my friend and his guitar. Fire line in said friends alley, watched Denzel Washington kick some ass in a movie and now walking down Monument with shattered bottle glasses everywhere.
I have this tendency to begin counting to 100 in multiples of four. Not sure why, but it started when I was 11. Oh yeah it’s also in Spanish obviously. When I try to do it in English it just doesn’t make sense.