You can't force yourself to feel happy... Unless you have iTunes and a box of Annie's white cheddar bunnies. Then you get close.
My friend, in visiting my music blog for the first time, exclaimed "wow. too hipster to function." So I write this post self-consciously aware of accidental pretentiousness... But I am not ashamed of who I am, I guess. Here's a post where I tell you what bands will be the next Passion-Pit-like electronica buzz bands and I will say "I called it..."
It's almost summer and I might stay in Providence!! Great house on Williams, possibly a depressing job, Psychology classes. More importantly: Brown but without heavy work loads! LETS GET CRUNK
My friends at Brown are incredible. I love them so much. Here is what they're listening to:
Neon Gold is the greatest music label ever. There is no argument here. These are the songs I obsessed over in 2010 from the Neon golden boys and girls.
The indie scene is pretty preoccupied with death, and that's fine with me. Hepcat philosophy majors may get too existential sometimes, but they also make tunes I appreciate. Here are some recent favorites bout the hepcat d's: death, dancing, and duds. (P.S. My current background is above. Save as that shit)
It's summertime, and it's time to dance. I'm tired of the dreamy, artsy, indie bullshit that gets cranked out every month and a half. Get sweaty.
