oops....

Sorry for the lack of posts of as late.... I've been on vacation. Florida.

They're a-comin' soon, I promise.
So is some new artwork.


xoxo.

It's official!!!

Goldie L'Amour Jonze.... now that's a name fit for a queen!

xoxo.

Passion Pit- Sleepyhead video released

Sleepyhead

Throw Me a Friggin' Bone Here!

Hey, Metaphorical Black Cloud, take a hike! You've been following me around for FAR too long... Can't a girl catch a break these days?!?!

xoxo.

The Felice Brothers

The Felice Brothers released their self-titled American debut earlier this year. I didn't hear much about them at that time. But, luckily, I stumbled across their music recently, and am now a fan.
The story of the Felice Brothers is quite a unique one:

"Simone, Ian and James Felice are the three eldest boys from a family of seven, born carpenter's sons in the wilds of New York's Catskill Mountains. Less than a year ago, the Brothers adopted a runaway dice-thrower and chancer, a 19 year old called Christmas. They convinced him to quit his job and the motley quartet forsook all else but song and moved their Sunday BBQ sing-alongs from their dad's upstate house out onto the streets and subways of NYC.

After months of toil, living in a 1987 special education bus, with arrests, and genuine panhandler fun, a free-lance music writer named Gabe Soria (Mojo, Vice) stumbled upon the boys singing and barking their wares at a farmers market in Brooklyn and one thing led to another.

Now the Felice Brothers and blood brother Christmas all live, tour, sing, write and gamble together on their little bus. Their distinct brand of songwriting and the lawless sound they've forged has earned them comparisons to Woodie Guthrie, a young Springsteen to the Scorsese film Gangs of New York. The boys now travel the world performing homegrown and gritty Americana on the city stages as if they were hosting a sing-along on their own front porch surrounded by family and friends or playing the backroom of a dusty tavern"

A mix of Bob Dylan and back-country bluegrass, with a dash of a John Denver-esque vibe... It's the type of folk-rooted music that reminds me of my Dad (the most amazing dude ever). And it brings me back to the days of family road trips. Making our way out of Florida up to the mountains, to go backpacking along the Appalachian Trail.

They are playing in NYC on November 2. I will be there. I hope you will too...
On that note, I leave you with some of their jams:







xoxo.

Justice: A Cross The Universe...and back all over your face.

My mood?

(these are the words I've never been able to annunciate properly)

Enough said.

xoxo.

My Boys Did It Again!

Brooklyn wonder-duo, Ratatat, did it... again. As per usual, they manipulated old video clips to create a visual mindfuck. And this time it's a journey through Mamma Mia! on a bad acid trip... Who would've thought Swedish pop stars could provide hallucinatory flashbacks?!

This vid is for the song Shempi, off their latest album LP3. By the way, ladies and gents, Ratatat is AMAZING live. If you have not seen them yet, I suggest you do as soon as you possibly can. I've seen only two shows but let me tell you, even the most 'four equal-distant 90 degree right angle' audience member can't help but uncross his/her arms and tap a foot... As for me? I danced so hard my knees needed WD-40 the next morning...

xoxo.