I had no idea that there was a video for my favorite Devendra Banhart song in the universe. It is almost as beautiful as the song itself, and the visuals remind me of the aesthetics I was into in the summer of 2006, drinking iced mango green tea at World Cup in Richmond, with the clear garage doors wide open, emailing agency after agency in New York, San Francisco and Seattle. And when I wasn’t doing that, writing in my Jill Bliss journal.
I keep finding things that make me hurt because they’re so beautiful.
See?
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I saw one of my absolute favorite bands last night. Mew played @ Music Hall of Williamsburg, and closed with my favorite song (Snow Brigade). They soared and everything was twinkly; it’s like nobody else was in the room. I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time.
Brooklyn Vegan wrote a nice review…
Yes, Mew, the Danish art rockers, do epic as well and as effortlessly (and chill-inducing) as anyone. Despite confiding to the sold out Music Hall that they get “extra special nervous” when playing to a New York crowd ,the trio produced a breathless display of pulsating beats, soaring vocals and bizarre, and at times creepy (but always perfectly synced), video projections.
[image from BV too]
Metric covering an Elliott Smith song. I don’t know how every boy in the universe doesn’t melt into a puddle on the floor every time they hear Emily Haines’s voice.
I have either Delicioused or Tumbled about this before. Check out this Leica.
Pow. Yes please.
[via Gizmodo]
