Today bedtime is at 9 pm. While the days get longer and nighttime shrinks somehow all the things that need to be done come later and all the unnecessary things, absent minded mistakes and lists from long ago become what's new and exciting. This past summer I spent some time in the mountains of Oregon, and listed and listened to all of this...
Like Tim Kasher before all the whisky and smoke.
Not a band but a venue that books great stuff and updates their myspace accordingly, a shining example can be found in the featuring of Giant Lion and Balkans.
Maybe the best San Francisco band ever. Awful recording, but lovely songs.
Should have been on the soundtrack to a John Hughes film. Have a name worthy of a black metal band.
Singer wishes he was Morrissey. ONE guess where they're from? Did you say Brooklyn? NO WAY.
BB broke up three months ago, but their music lulls me to sleep in the best way.
Not to sound hostile, but screw you Owl City, this is how you rip off Ben Gibbard.
I like the Eels, you like the Eels. Let's not pretend we've moved on.
Who didn't like Rancid? I still do. I've loved Tim Armstrong longtime. I mean, after Brody Dalle dumped him for Josh Homme I could never listen to the Distillers again. If there was a punk US Weekly I'd have a TEAM TIM t-shirt for sure. But whatever. These guys sound like Rancid. No drama. That I know of.
This girls voice scares me. She sounds like a possessed china doll.
A sixties revival. I often wonder if they make music like this in the Children of God Cult.
Oh my god. Like, industrial noises. ORGASM sounds. Have you been in Vice?
The next Kanye?
They are on Mint. Therefore I like them before I even listen.
Nice boys who make nice music.
A grown up choir of bearded men. Also, very fun.
Apparently all new music I like sounds the same. All of the above.
Their myspace background features really cute kittens.
Bedtime with Dave Bazan, my favourite kind.
