This is pretty amazing. Though the music makes it sound somewhat apocalyptic.
I’m fantasizing about buying a car in the next few weeks, and with that in mind, I decided to make a mixtape of sorts. Originally it was all going to be music released this year, but that didn’t work so well, so it’s now a real mixed bag. This is totally what I’ll be playing on my way back from the city.
1. Blood Red Shoes - The Silence and the Drones
2. Beach Fossils - Shallow
3. Howler - Told You Once
4. Be Your Own Pet - October, First Account
5. Broken Social Scene - Looks Just Like the Sun
6. Neon Indian - Polish Girl
7. Klaxons - Golden Skans
8. No Joy - You Girls Smoke Cigarettes?
10. The Joy Formidable - Whirring
Scared out my fuckin’ crooked soul.
David Foster Wallace was smart enough to blind us all with his brilliance if he so chose, instead his incredibly genuine and earnest desire to communicate casts it as this comforting warmth, like when the heat from the sun warms right through to your belly. His words spark so much in my own head sometimes I can barely contain myself. All in the best possible way.
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.