Suburbs Schmuburbs

"Oh, this tea party is an excellent use of our Ivy League educations!"


I live in the suburbs of New York City, and often times it is sickening. Women go to Princeton, Harvard, Yale, and then they give it all up for a membership at Equinox and daily trips to the nail salon. Well, I'm being a little hyperbolic. But my life has undoubtedly been shaped by my hatred for the town I live in. There's nothing like claustrophobic suburbia to develop teenage angst. And with all that pent up frustration, music becomes super important. So here it is, my life as a reluctant suburbanite.


Ben Folds is the king. If you meet a northeastern burbs-er, just mention you love for Guster, Dispatch and/or the early Ben Folds. You'll immediately be accepted.
Ben Folds Five - One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces

You may, however, meet a hipster suburbanite. When in doubt, jam to Devendra Banhart. If said hipster is wearing neon raybans, you'd better go with Justice.
Justice v. Wale - WALEDANCE

Bone up on the local jams. Freak out at lyric's references to hangout spots.
Fountains of Wayne - Fire Island
Quintus - Orienta

Finally, go to college and realize you miss it all.
Miracle Fortress - Can You See in Your Dreams
All-Time ¡Quarterback! - Dinner at Eight in the Suburbs

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