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top 5 new and not-so-new music faves

this week’s tunes are brought to you by the good people at urban outfitters. as i’ve bragged before, each and every craptastic monday, they bless our earholes with 5 new (and not-so-new) free tunes to download, thus making mondays a little less craptastic. gracias, UO. IOU.

best coast :: sun was high (so was i)

this morning’s cold air and lingering snow mixed with the sound of this song left me wishing really hard for warm sunshine splashing in my face and basking in the warmth of windows rolled down. ahhh. i have faith that wish will come true soon. right? maybe?

class actress :: careful what you say

michoacan :: in the dark side of the night (radio edit)

i read a review the other day that murdered this song. mr. or ms. reviewer hated the sound, the disco-y video, the label that produced the album–anything he/she could trash, he/she trashed. heck, and here i thought this song was pretty rad. a little repetitive at times, but very beck-ish. so i guess it’s true: one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, or something, something… (although, i haven’t given many of michoacan’s other songs a really good listen, so they may be awful; i’m just sayin’.)

rafter :: paper

i teetered back and forth with including this song, because much like i can’t get into gratuitous nudity in films (lolrskates. of course i can.), i’m not a fan of singers who curse for the sake of cursing (snore). but here, it’s understandable–i mean, the dude needs paper. for the love of pete, somebody give him some GD paper.

“i need paper / yes i do / to keep my thoughts from goin’ away”

mannequin men :: hobby girl

these chicagoans produce a great garage sound. apologies for the video. although it’s not the worst quality for a live performance, it’s still not exactly “clear.”


two likes pressed together

i like letters.

i like letters that are pressed.


awesome, clean and simple, but ‘spensive.

room and board :: zeichen alphabet press-type :: $199

available in many colors. perfect nursery addition.

etsy :: sycamore street press, letterpress alphabet poster :: $30

holy geez. this jackpot requires a pot o’ gold.

(found via apartment therapy)

etsy :: yee haw, specimens of wood type :: $500

and finally, my favorite. i. must. have.

etsy :: beauchamping, alphabet :: $75

enjoying the view of letterpressed ABCs with the sound of savoir adore.

top 5 new and not-so-new music faves

griffin house :: the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind

“i’ve been lost and i need direction / i could use a little love protection”

miniature tigers :: cannibal queen

with lyrics like, “oh she lets me right in and i’m fed til i’m full” what’s not to love?

acrylics :: all of the fire

if you’re hoping for some pretty pictures in this here video, then look away. just press play and enjoy the sound, man.

blind pilot :: 3 rounds and a sound

(this one’s for you, love.) if the rest of you folks aren’t listening to blind pilot, then you just ain’t livin’. i mean, are you kidding me with these lyrics? swoon.

“i was sleeping / my eyes were dark / til you woke me / and told me that opening is just the start / it was / now i see you, til kingdom come / you’re the one i want / to see me for all the stupid shit i’ve done”

bobby mcferrin :: don’t worry be happy

of the not-at-all-new variety, this song is now a permanent fixture swirling around my head like a bad hangover, thanks to KFO’H. she’s forever whistling and humming this tune. can’t say i wholly blame her. it’s a piece of advice we could all stand to take. besides, it’s on the cocktail soundtrack, so uh, i beg you to explain how that could possibly be bad.

top 5 new and not-so-new music faves

just a few good tunes to flood your ear holes on this 2nd-to-last friday in february. (oh dearest spring, you are so near. close enough to touch, yet far enough to fear.)

savoir adore :: bodies

with fresh beats and a highly amped-up sound, this tune makes me wanna dance around the kitchen. once again, i sadly can’t seem to find a video to embed, so you’ll have to link away to listen. fiddlesticks.

listen here.

broken bells :: the high road

james mercer (aka, the shins) + brian burton (aka, danger mouse) = broken bells. thanks to my buddy, mikey o, for introducing me. me likey. sweet, interactive web site and even sweeter sound. (debut album available march 9. pre-order now.) perfect road trip accompaniment. btw: if you’re in LA tonight, broken bells will be live for the very first time at some place called the fold in bootleg theater. limited tickets are available here, so uh, hurry and stuff.

jason collett :: love is a dirty word

from the moment i heard “blue sky” on the l word soundtrack, i was sold. and not surprisingly, this new track doesn’t disappoint. (new album “rat a tat tat” in stores march 9.)

passion pit :: eyes as candles

oddly enough, this song is talk of much debate on the interwebs. it seems it and “to kingdom come” were mislabeled somewhere in the album world, and thus the lyrics got mixed up. according to the version i have, this is “eyes as candles.” whatever the name, i dig it. guitar plucking, electronic mix and “potpourri” in the lyrics. sold. (also courtesy of mikey o. he’s good, isn’t he?)

man/miracle :: hot sprawl

my ears have made more and more friends with bands like man/miracle thanks to urban outfitters’ music blog. every monday you can hop onto the UO blog and download 5 free songs. some, you will like. some, you will not. pinky swear.

top 5 (pretty dang new) music faves

[i know, i know. i haven’t quite held up my bargain and promise of posting weekly music faves. sorry ’bout that. i promise to try harder. but until my desire turns to actual doing, here are 5 to fill the void.]

this week’s tunes are all brand spankin’ new. well, “new” in the truest sense to me, meaning my ears have never been privy to the sound. each tune made the cut just because the combo of lyrics and sound struck a chord with me. either that or i was just in the mood. whatever the rhyme or reason, i hope you enjoy.

(these first 2 hail from austin, giving me yet another reason to love the crap out of that city.)

brazos :: day glo

cannot get enough of this one. might even be so bold as to say it’s my favorite of the 5.

ola podrida :: this old world

best coast :: when i’m with you

“when i’m with you / i have fun”

vampire weekend :: horchata

i’ve found these guys invoke extreme feelings of adoration or disdain from music lovers. admittedly, it took me a couple listens to enjoy “horchata,” but i’m still drinking the VW kool-aid. and love ’em or hate ’em, they put out a new album, hence the addition to this week’s list.

rogue wave :: good morning

a break from my musical norm

i’ve always said when i can’t find the words to verbally express what’s swirling around in my mind, i let music talk for me. until yesterday.

i heard a song sans words and it rocked my inner routine. unreal. i have officially been moved by a song that doesn’t say a single thing, save for a tiny trace of a hum. still, i immediately sank into myself. sitting in an office of ~100 peeps, it was me and me alone in here, and it dawned on me: when no words are needed in music, for me, it is the feeling and knowledge of love that creates that instant communication path, intersecting somewhere between the bermuda triangle of the heart, body and mind. beautiful, sensual, thoughtful, compelling, insatiable, gratifying, warming, sensational, undeniable–all traits that untangle the webs in my mind, leading me through the darkness and drawing me into the root of the song and the meaning of love, one beat at a time.

if you don’t dissect music quite this neurotically and don’t get from this song anything remotely similar to what i got from it, it’s cool. either way, i hope you at least appreciate the beauty of this tune.

julianna barwick :: anjos

“home is wherever i’m with you”

coming home to tejas always spins a twinge of nostalgia–a little bit heartwarming, a little bit blasĂ©–in my heart and mind. i lose myself in the familiarity of it all. the roads. the expansion. the southern fried delciousness. the open fields. the manic weather. the smells in my mother’s kitchen. my friends. my family. the accents. the pace. apartment complex after apartment complex. cookie cutter stability. the ever-sprawling suburbia. the blatant disregard for trees and land to make room for yet another mecca of shopping centers and chain restaurants designed solely for convenience. smoky bars. (i forgot how much that stale stank seeps into your clothing and hair and remains even post shower.) the ease and humility of my upbringing.

eventually, though, you leap out of the nest and learn to fly (to the far reaches of the great white north, in my case), leaving behind everything you’ve ever known. and then–then, you do something crazy like fall in love. real love. the kind that leaves no question, no doubt. the kind that wraps you in blankets soft as kittens, sweeps you into the stars in one fell swoop and links your heart to theirs with just one look.

and you realize, home isn’t defined by its locale at all. it’s a feeling. it’s a movement. it’s a smile. it’s knowing that this, THIS, is where i belong–right here with you, wherever that may be.

edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros say it best for me in this striking tune, “home”:

home / let me come home / home is wherever i’m with you

home / yes i am home / home is when i’m alone with you