I'm editing a gorgeous family session I shot this weekend. The parents have asked that I not share them on social media, which I totally understand and respect. So, if I can't show the beautiful images, I'll share some tunes I can't get enough of, especially while editing.
And I'm pregnant and not sleeping and raising two kids and working in a busy library and taking photos.
So my mornings have been especially rough, as of late.
On my way into work today, this little gem came on WRES.
Game changer. I fell in love. Yep. In love with love.
My day grew big and bright and bubbly. I spoke with an old aquaintance and killer Boston DJ, Adam XII, who is on Radio BDC. He played it for me in the afternoon, with a great shout out, which always feels good to get, and which makes me sad to think that getting a DJ to play your song and then give you a shout out is not-so-slowly disappearing.
And so, enjoy. And listen to Adam on Boston.com.
And probably, this will be some overplayed hit in a few weeks, because that's what seems to happen whenever I love a song.
It's 1995. I'm listening to Tori Amos's Little Eartquakes for the 5,000th time. I'm reading poetry in bed, writing obsessively in my journal, and crying intermitently. Oh, sorry mom, also smoking out my bedroom window.
Basically, in 2012, I'm doing the same thing, only now I'm listening to The Dead, and it's not so bleak.
(Please smile as you read this. Today was shitty. I know this too shall pass.)
My year in music was kind of tame, but maybe that's just life with kids and an old, ipod lacking any updates. But, the albums I did find were pretty stand out, so that's something. Yes, albums. Albums are still very important to me. Singles are great. They are fun. They might even lead you to albums. But a good, solid album--whoo-eee--that's the best.
Fucked Up/David Comes to Life
This was my favorite album of the year. Mike pushed it on me all summer, but it wasn't until things hit the fan that it became the only thing I listened to for days on end. It is the best album to demo a house to, have a small breakdown to, or just wallow in a lot of adult angst.
Yes, I know, I know. Radio ruined her for so many. But I don't listen to radio much.
M83/Hurry Up, Were Dreaming
I heard that radio might be ruining this guy too, but see above. I absolutely love the sound. I want to drive all night to this album. In a snow storm.
Naked and Famous/Passive You, Agressive Me
While talking about M83 and highly polished studio sounds, let us not forget this band, the Steely Dan of the trippy indie sound. I like polished. I like raw too, but mostly I like polished. And I fucking love Steely Dan. (And I'm wrong; this album came out in 2011. Doh.)
The Head and The Heart/ST
Oh nelly, this group knocked me on my ass. Perfect Olivia folk-rock. Damn near perfect album start to finish.
Foster the People/Torches
Pumped Up Kicks was the single that made me listen to the whole album, and guess what? The album is a gem. Super dancey and fun. Just like me.
We Are Augustines/Rise Ye Sunken Ships
I found these guys last month, but the album is very listenable. A bit Cold Play-ish, but Cold Play never hurt anyone, right?
Also worth mentioning Florence + The Machine/Ceremonials and Frank Turner/England Keep My Bones. Lots of Youtube and Vimeo for music watching and I really came to love Pandora.