This is my favorite track from the playlist, and I know I've heard it before because I gave Andrew Bird's latest album a cursory listen. But now I realize how extraordinary Andrew Bird and Fiona Apple arguing to music really is — complete with slide whistle!
I've been on an organizing kick, and started pulling old, half-written-in notebooks off the shelf. So amusing to see my New Year's Resolutions from eight years ago. This list could be my resolutions today! I'd replace "start a blog" with "write in my blog" but the rest are spot on. Does this say something about the futility of our attempts every January? Or maybe these resolutions from 2009 are just very general.
I did accomplish one of these, though! I was obviously trying to play it cool by putting that "Get a boyfriend" resolution second-to-last, when it really always was top of mind. The exclamation point gives it away. As it turns out, it would take me one more year to meet Joe, and I am so thankful everyday to have him in my life.
And just for laughs, check out the top of my to-do list a few pages back from that resolutions page.
It's definitely a sign of how disconnected I am from new music right now that I didn't know about this excellent new Father John Misty track until now. I'm a true fan girl and this song was released six months ago, for goodness sake!!!
I should probably put up a Google Alert for him. Instead, I had to stumble across a mean-spirited passage this fall about Father John Misty in the WaPo review of Lady Gaga's Joanne while reading a PRINTED OUT NEWSPAPER, egads.
Listen, a Lady Gaga country album was truly something no one asked for, but leave FMJ alone. "Caucasoid fraud-bro obsequious indie-folk carpet bagger?" It's an act and he is a national treasure.
Please ignore the haters and keep making reverb-soaked, wall-of-sound, sincerely fake indie-folk love songs, Father John Misty! Just like this one.
"My gal eats mayonnaise from a jar while she's getting blazed" has gotta be one of the most fun lyrics to sing along to in recent memory. Love this little slice of Netflix life, and I'm into this whole album. Anyone want to see them in DC this month??
I probably listened to this 10 times back-to-back last week, which resulted in me singing "i'm so wavy, I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy, I'm so waaaavy" as I wandered around the apartment. I don't know entirely what it means but it seems like a self-esteem anthem. Who doesn't need that at times?
Gonna get this Tunes Tuesday in before midnight EST. I just got back from karaoke which involved this Fleetwood Mac classic. Now call this blasphemous but I'm straight up obsessed with Lykki's cover. I keep coming back to it over the years and I don't think I've ever played it without immediately listening again. The lyrics are so sad and sweet, and Lykki's voice is the perfect match. This song gives me chills, even after all those repeats.