One of the most eclectic groups I’ve heard, A Band of Bees will sting you with their freewheeling vibe.
(That’s Ryan Gosling singing, btw)
Diamonds From Far Away (Carlos Serrano Mix)
We were warriors once, of the Scottish variety, wrapped in tartan blankets with our faces painted blue. Our women were Playboy bunnies, bare skin bound in black Lycra, shivering in the frozen night.
The air was so cold that our breaths became crystals, suspended in front of our faces before shattering to the ground. State Street sat a long mile from our hotel, and the walk there was killing us. The shots we’d downed were not doing their job of cloaking our souls in liquid warmth.
“How many more blocks?” Shelly asked me as she wrapped her arms around her frail torso.
“Fifty,” I said.
Ahh, October… the air grows cooler, green leaves turn golden brown.
Fossil Collective, “On and On”
Thief, “Hold On, Hold On”
Other Lives, “Dark Horse”
WhoMadeWho, “Below the Cherry Moon”
WIM, “See You Hurry”
Wild Nothing, “Shadow”
Washed Out, “Soft”
The Clientele, “The Violet Hour”
Teitur, “Thief About To Break In”
“Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.