pink rabbits are my everything, 05.16.13
dear mysterious friends from the internet,
go see this sign painter movie screening if you want good feelings to happen.
05.17.13
pink rabbits are my everything, 05.16.13
just when you start to think that everything is okay, in their own beautiful way, the national remind that it’s probably not. 05.16.13
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
i dare you to write a better song in 2013
(via that one music blog)
Take “Step”, the third song on Vampire Weekend’s third album, Modern Vampires of the City— the record that is already forcing one-time haters of this band to rethink their entirelives. At its core, the song reads like an ode to obsessive music fandom in which the object of Koenig’s affection is “entombed within boombox and walkman.” Modest Mouse are name-checked. But the sense of infatuation extends beyond a list of influences and is embedded into the music itself. The chorus and parts of the melody are borrowed from wordy Oakland rap act Souls of Mischief’s “Step to My Girl”— which itself samples Grover Washington, Jr.’s version of a Bread song called “Aubrey”. But “Step” avoids back-patting nostalgia and debunks bogus generational hierarchies while using the past to inspire the present. It’s also melancholy, with Vampire Weekend musical mastermind Rostam Batmanglij surrounding Koenig’s musings with lilting harpsichord ambience. Because, as we know, music is a young man’s pursuit. “Wisdom’s a gift but you’d trade it for youth,” Koenig sings.
05.14.13