To celebrate the "aint no baby gone be the boss a me" event, otherwise known as Coachella, I am featuring artists that I will be rolling around in the dirt with. That's right, bitches, Brandon and I are letting Layla inside to take care of the kids and we're flying off to California for orgies and popcorn.
So, yeah, go ahead and be jealous.
disclaimer: if you have any LSD laying around, you might want to go ahead and ingest that before playing this week's the gospel.
Grizzly Bear's newest album, Veckatimest, was my favorite album of 2009. Honestly, I don't even think that I actually HEARD it until a couple of weeks ago. I know it's March, and while I NEVER say never, I confidently predict that it will also be my favorite album of 2010. Every single song is solid and sex, YES SEX, you will want lots of SEX when you listen to this album and you will wonder WHY CAN'T I HAVE SEX WITH A SONG? I WOULD TOTALLY PROCREATE WITH THIS ALBUM. Then you would imagine the half song/half redheaded baby that would come out of your vagina and you would sit it on the mantel and pet it lovingly while lusting after it's beautiful father.
Yes, I kind of like this album.
I also took that LSD I was talking about.
It's going to be a long Sunday.
week one. oona's you tore my heart.
week two. the bird and the bee's polite dance song.
week three. the avett brothers' november blue.
week four. monster's of folk's dear god.
week five. grizzly bear's ready, able.
1 comments:
I love how you manage to incorporate the word vagina into nearly every blog post. That takes special talent. Rock on.
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