Friday top 3:
1. The blank Coachella poster has become the bane of my existence. I want to see THE SMITHS RADIOHEAD PAUL MCCARTNEY DAVID BOWIE BEIRUT KINGS OF LEON PAVEMENT names in bold and all of the other gems to look forward to. I want to replace the aging 2008 lineup posted on my fridge. I want to plan summer dresses and start two-a-day workouts so when Stephen Malkmus scans the crowd in mid kindling for the masses he’ll fall in love and leave his silly* wife and we’ll flee the country together fueled only on musical sweet nothings and chocolate covered coffee beans. Romanticize this much?
*probably not so silly. And the mother of his children. Clever amazing men like Malkmus don’t marry idiots. Maybe we can be polygamous together. I could dig it.
2. I’m restless and anxious for the cozy confides and music swelling out of the walls in tonight’s promise of fun. Guitars and drinks and friends and art and secrets and debates and records and cigarettes on balconies. What else could you want on a cold Friday night?
3. Merriweather Post motherfucking Pavilion. Animal Collective, cheers, hearts, love to you. When every guy in the band lives in different city (one across the ocean). And you still deliver absolute perfect synth handclapping reverb looping gems, you make me think anything is possible. MY GIRLS could be the best song of 2009 (ask me again in December. I’ll stand by it.) This album is EVERYTHINGUNIVERSEAMAZINGPERFECT.
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