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...
Monday, January 26, 2009
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
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!
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.
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