been a bit of an excellent exhausting weeekend, one of matrimony and last dances, barefoot walks home on country lanes, dawn breaking as you find the door. success and excesses. sunday night songs are needed; the lazy ones that bask in recollection and smiles.
yo la tengo
are one of these bands that hook your eyelids closed, push you off to dreams. they write some of the sweetest love songs i've ever heard. maybe you're not meant to hear.
Justin Vernon
forecast for emma... for all to hear when noone was listening. With an old keyboard and Nebraska sending him to sleep when that beer has done the job. The video for this is a blurry take on it, those drives you take at night to think things over, when all you hear is that record and relive all the clues.
Tindersticks
smokey bars, dark eyes, dirty beds, a scandel or two, all dressed in strings and that baritone voice that swoons and pleads. cinematic, sexy. videoless but listen.
The National
have been in my pocket of life for the past few years. almost everywhere. i love this video. french, bohemian, red wine and countryside, the acoustic harmonies dancing in the dark. i want to make videos like this.
I am happy for my friends successes this weekend. If they read then they know who they are.
bon soir.
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