leap day blah blahs

Today you're apparently supposed to do something wild and fun, something you wouldn't do on a normal day. Supposedly, today doesn't really count; once midnight hits, this day will vanish, swallowed up in the calendar pages. While wild and fun sounds, well, wild and fun, the laundry situation at Casa de Bean is in dire straits. It's to the point where I'm considering just buying more underwear. So Leap Day will likely be had at the laundromat, where knitwear goes to die.

I'm really working for the weekend here people.

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one more time with feeling

Hot damn it's a two for one! Shameless pop rock through the eyes of the talented Trentemøller. It's unseasonably warm but I'm not complaining. one. damn. bit.

Also, happy friday

daytripper

mondaydream

Prone to headaches as of late. Lots of calming music and brow un-furrowing.

Jacob Sutton’s L.E.D. Surfer on Nowness.com.

Brilliant, isn't it?

hoedown hootenanny

Slim's kicked off the SF Bluegrass Festival (though I'm fairly certain there is a perpetual bluegrass festival in this city, as there are for just about everything else; home brewing, punk swap meets, queer hip hop, oysters, vintage paper, fungi; really any niche activity that merits boozin and cruisin in the streets) with a foot-stomping old-timey show last Friday. I know next to nothing about bluegrass and definitely knew nothing about the band I went to see. But when a friend suggests you come out to hear his old high school buddies wail on the banjo, it's best to say "sure, why not?"

 
I had an incredibly good time - the Brothers Comatose are wildly talented. They seem to thrive in a live performance environment and the fact that they were clearly having an absolute ball made it all that much more fun for the audience. I've been singing their songs for the past four days and have no plans to stop. Sorry, coworkers. Helps that the guitarist is easy on the eyes. And check out his neat tambourine shoe!

  

All those festivals actually exist, fyi. Also, happy valentine's day. Oh, too much?

Experiencing massive wanderlust

 
Does it count as wanderlust if I just want to spend the rest of winter in this sweet, secluded cabin, reading books and breathing fresh air? It would be so much more enjoyable than waiting out the weather from a cubicle. This site will have to satiate me in the meantime.

 See what i did there?

hip hip

Congratulations California. I'm less embarrassed to live in you. In other news, loving Son Lux this week.

Also, rad video on the story behind the album art.

good morning

groundhogging

Six more weeks of winter! The Marmota monax would never lie. Six weeks ain't so bad. Better than twenty years of snow......SEGUE!

I loves me some Regina Spektor. I can always come back to her music and get excited about it all over again. She's unapologetically adorable and relentlessly talented. And she has a genuine interest in the art of sound, which sounds obvious but is often rare. Take a day to get to know her. She doesn't disappoint.