A Green Little Pill was another of my favorite albums as a teenager that I haven’t listened to in years. But I could, because I still have the tape.
In fact, I might just spend some time with the other Insane Jane album this weekend.
Month: March 2016
I Melt With You
Beautiful spring day. Joints held together for a metro trip to a museum followed by a visit to an historical farm.
I’ll take it.
No Sleep Till Brooklyn
I Am The Resurrection
Happy (Easter) Monday.
I Believe
This song has inspired the sprout to become “a sarodist” when he grows up. In the meantime, happy spring-welcoming fertility-celebrating holiday of your choosing.
Can I Kick It
As if losing a bunch of fantastic musicians in their 60s weren’t bad enough, 2016 has started taking people our age. A Tribe Called Quest was a favorite back in the day, one of the threads that connected oddball kids in Indiana with the rest of the musical world.
Can I kick it? Yes, you can, Phife. Always.
Rock Me Amadeus
One of my oldest friends offered this 80s hit up as supporting evidence in the case of “Can Our Children Love Terrible Pop Music And Still Grow Up To Be Awesome?” We ourselves, of course, are the proof of concept.
There are a surprising number of versions of this song to choose from. Original, live, with symphony. I thought you deserved the super long one.
You’re welcome.
The Boxer
Why yes, Mumford & Sons, I do blame you for banjos banjos everywhere.
Still though. Some things never lose their shine.
Give Me A Try
In the trajectory of indie music, I’ll take a synthesizer over a banjo any day. Every day, actually. Just say no to banjos.
Still spring.
Rollercoaster
Bleachers makes exactly the kind of alternapop my friends growing up would have mocked the living daylights out of me for liking. Whatev. It’s spring! Bop it out.