So, as a lowly intern, I have been pondering what my first blog post would pertain to for quite some time. But habit endure, so to no one's surprise, here is a music recommendation of sorts.
Right now, I can't stop listening to these albums:
These girls—yes all girls, four to be exact—are from Brighton, England. Their most recent album has been on repeat on my iTunes, iPod, and car stereo. Their single "To the East" is so catchy, it literally forced me to purchase the entire album—which was a valuable purchase, indeed. I recently went to the Sasquatch! Music Festival in Washington, and these girls blew me away. I am moderately pretentious when it comes to “girly” music (damn you, Fiona Apple, for setting such a high standard). Thus, I was skeptical when they took the stage. My goodness—I was wrong. My friends and I couldn't stop talking about their immaculate performance. I love them, I love them, I love them—I want to be them.
All my close friends were obsessed with singer/songwriter/violinist/musician extraordinaire, Andrew Bird, when his album, The Mysterious Production of Eggs came out in 2005. While that album was noteworthy, and it brings back memories of some good times for me, his most recent release, Armchair Apocrypha, won over my heart and soul. Bird has set a new standard of songwriting—at least for me and the many others who attended his April 2007 show at the Rialto. His whistling and nostalgic voice even caught the attention of my dad, the one person who defined my musical taste with Radiohead, Bruce Springsteen, U2 and David Bowie. I promise this album is worth a listen—especially tracks "Cataracts" and "Yawny at the Apocalypse."
Until next time, I hope these albums bring as much musical awe to your ears as they did to mine.
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