Obviously, I think a lot about cities and the way that neighborhoods and suburbs interact. I didn’t catch on first listen to the most recent Son Volt album, but apparently Jay Farrar does too. “Exurbia” by Son Volt. From The Search.
I do loves me some Elvis Costello, particularly when he stretches himself by mixing genres, going symphonic or starting a talk show that looks to be much more in-depth and interesting than your average gabfest. I may have to bump the DirecTV subscription a level on the basis of this show alone. And the upcoming […]
Max Stalling’s “Dime Box, Texas” is the most uplifting sad song ever. That is all.
To be clear, I’ve never worked for Virgin Records. Nor have I ever stolen a master tape of Sticky Fingers. But somehow this Cracker tune summed up my mood on the drive home tonight:
Going to start making use of the groovy new MTV site to post a (semi-) daily video that fits my mood:
Seeing as I’ve found Ben’s new album and his gig in Dallas this week to be a bit disappointing, nice to see MySpace release the video of the recent BFF reunion to perform The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner: