i'm really into this song today. i like to close my eyes and fantasize that i am slow dancing to this with a face-less dreamboat and then we get MARRIED.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
bringing it back...
sometimes you have to re-visit old favorites in order to remember how awesome and moving music can be, and i am re-visiting this awesomeness HARD today...
Labels:
built to spill,
desert,
movies of my dreams,
youth
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
one of the ultimate jam bands
I first heard this song when i was 19 and living in Gilchrist Hall at Florida State. Someone sent it to me on a cassette mix and it blew my mind. At the time, i just thought it was cool song about love and stuff, but by age 22/23, i had moved to los angeles, where my scene turned all weird: all i wanted to do was lay back, chill out and listen to some tite jams like this one. there were plenty of lost, sunny afternoons. i went bra-less a lot and wore tom's of Maine patchouli scented deodorant. man, i even considered growing some gnarly dreads. good thing i'm a bigger asshole than all of that and swiftly moved into a funk/garage band phase around 24/25, leaving my tragus piercing in the dust. This song still stands tho. It's tite, and gives me good vibes. i also still have a crush on ginger headed dudes.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
i wanna have peace in my heart, man.
Am I total hippie for loving this song? Yeah.
Labels:
hippies,
the byrds,
trying not to kill anyone
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Dreamz
This song used to make me think of SEX when I was 7, when I didn't even know what sex was. But I did know that I totally was going to have Michele Pffeifer's figure when I grew up. At 31, I have neither SEX or Michele Pffeifer's figure. I wish I could time travel back to 1983 and make out with Maxwell Caulfield. Look at that sweater! That clean cut baby face!
Labels:
being sexy on a ladder,
motorcycles,
sexy sex,
terrible vocals
Monday, January 12, 2009
Pumping up the Jam
For some reason, last week, I thought it was a good idea to put this song on my "work out" mix. Nothing says working out like creepy Donald Sutherland, bad wigs and heartbreak.
Labels:
bad wigs,
creepy donald sutherland,
sadness,
sweat,
the gym,
working out
He tells it like it is...
If I ever have a boyfriend, and we break up...this is what I want playing in the background during our break-up drama.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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