Tell me this is not the cutest fucking photo you’ve ever seen. Tell me and I will take all your coffeeshop customer loyalty cards and punch you in the (left) kneecap.
Brecken and Sowmya decided to be sweet and visit me from Memphis and Baltimore, respectively. Last night we had a bit of a futon party.
(I made this with the Loopcam app for iPhone and I’m pretty sure I smell a new obsession for me…)
THESE HEAVY EYES: These Men Are Wolves
It’s 1:30 a.m. on a Friday night (Saturday morning?) and I have a friend from Memphis coming into town tomorrow, so WHY NOT search “memphis” on Bandcamp? I mean, the hunch brought me to this sweet little blues-psych trio from that same place.
It’s not anything you haven’t heard before, but that doesn’t make it any less of a crotch-poppin’, dive bar juke jam to which all can drunkenly slow dance.
Download both tracks from the aptly named EP 2 o’er here for notta dime and start a fire for the catfish frying pan.
Not exactly identical order, but still nice. It’s me, Brecken, Lianne and Daisy back in Jacksonville lovin’. Not pictured: Franzia and awkward boyfriends. In both photos.
