Posts tagged golden mixtape
Posts tagged golden mixtape
Currently the police are outside my ahttp://goldenmixtape.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.phppartment. I can only assume they’re investigating the screams that rudely interrupted me while I was listening to State Lines For The Boats. Well this is a first, both for my listening to State Lines and having the police outside my apartment as an adult. Besides feeling like I’m in the background of Cops, I’m feeling okay with what State Lines has to offer on For The Boat; just okay.
It’s amazing how we often glaze over the process of recording – forgetting that there are real people in the studio behind the instruments. We almost never know their names, or care to look at their Instagram because to the average listener, they’re nothing in comparison to those who take the stage and sing over the instrumentals. Illan Rubin is a new name in my musical dictionary, and it shouldn’t be. I’m familiar with his beats on Paramore’s latest self-title album, and am no stranger to Angels & Airwaves. Recently, Rubin’s project, The New Regime, has released one of it’s first of many installments, Exhibit A.
About a month ago I wrote this post about the idea of friendship being more than a bracelet. It was a little longwinded, so I’ll just say that it’s right here and you can click that if you’d like a closer look inside my life because right now I’d like to focus on a new friend, Beta State. The name Beta State had me thinking I was in for an indie rock ride that I’d compare to Foster The People, but instead they surprised me with their album #FRIENDSHIP. This wasn’t a band with muffled vocals and ironic lyrics; they were a pop rock outlet that I could actually keep in rotation in my personal time.
Saturday I was meeting a sloth and a hedgehog and loving life, today I’m sick and tired of egotistical trips and being ignored. I’m shaking that off to enjoy a band that’s name isn’t new to me, but whose music is; Captain, We’re Sinking. I’ve seen their name sprawled across AP pages and have never been intrigued enough to listen. Then The Future Is Cancelled entered my life and here we are. The punk of Captain, We’re Sinking had something in it that reminded me of why I love the likes Broadway Calls. That roughness in the vocals makes it almost a folk experience revved up.
Last week I was getting ready to head out the door to see The Wonder Years play the last show of their 4 in 24 hour deal. So I did that, and it was good. The wait has made me realize that I am getting older and my back can’t hang as long as it used to. Other than that, I saw Lady Antebellum on Jimmy Kimmel and say what you want about country music, but they put on a damn good show. In other music news in my life…BACKSTREET BOYS ARE TOURING. I write this as I sit in my BSB tee and smile wide. They will always be my #1. They’re my Fever Pitch. If you have no idea what that means, please refer to the Jimmy Fallon classic of the same name. I spent a lot on a ticket and VIP experience for the Vegas show and am ready to have the best night of my life.
While I was musically blissful this week, I was a mess TV wise. The Big Bang Theory made me cry happy tears, The Vampire Diaries shocked the fuck out of me and The Office…I’m sure you too had blurred vision and salty cheeks.
I may be a wreck over finale season, but I have a lot to look forward to; shows, shows and more shows. Have New Found Glory really soon, YMAEWK, and what apparently is FOB…I am on the fence about that one since I wasn’t over the moon after their Roxy show. Alas, I have a ticket to their Wiltern show and hope we can just recreate the magic I felt at Nintendo Fusion years ago at that same venue.
I’m taking new writing gigs left and right, but I think some (one) is going to have to stop. You cannot treat people you don’t pay like idiots. That’s another story for another day…Next week there’s reviews on top of reviews, and hopefully I’ll be getting into that Limp Bizkit show *fingers crossed*
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Everyone has those albums they hold close to their existence. No matter how long it goes between your last listen, the words still sit at the forefront of your memory, and the emotion it evokes is like a reunion with your best friend. Anyone who is into music will tell you that their favorite album is either a reminder of a time, something that got through a rough patch, the reason they fell in love with music, or all of the above. I have five albums on hand that I could talk volumes about, but let’s put the focus on a dear friend of mine, Kenny Feinstein.
Although most of my friends would trade the California sun for the seasons of the east coast or the culture of foreign lands, I never could. California has been and always will be home. That is unless Nick Carter finally realizes he’s in love with me and wants me to move to Florida. Then I’d be like, see ya Cali! Alas, I am sitting in the valley of LA under a ceiling fan listening to a fellow California girl, Val Ventura. Her EP Sun Down California has a pop punk vigor that made me think of summer months as a kid deep in movie marathons.
There is such a thing, at least known to me, as “summer music.” Summer music is crisp, light, and carefree without too much philosophical digging – just fun. It embellishes the energy of the moment, whether that is something as mundane as driving your car late at night after a show, or parking it to overlook the city lights with the windows rolled down. Jersey City band, Banquets, and their sophomore, self-titled LP, could easily fit into this category.
People like me spend almost all day in a confined space typing away. Social interaction isn’t something we strive for, but when it comes about we take it on like a foreign concept. Sometimes those events leave us confused, other times they’re okay and we walk away from them with a smile. Today was a smiling kind of day. Lunch with a friend I met through the world of blogging ended with me grinning and in a good mood. So with a positive mindset, I sat down with You, Me and Everyone We Know’s latest I Wish More People Gave a Shit. I came so late to the You, Me and Everyone We Know party, basically when it went from a band to a single dude. But I couldn’t let that shake my love, so I’m glad to hear that Ben’s still continuing on because me and his voice are getting pretty serious.
There was a starting line for this review, but then Alan Thicke was on the TV and I was saddened to see it wasn’t a Growing Pains rerun, just some hidden camera show. Back to the task at hand, so today I yesterday afternoon I was listening to Over the Ocean’s Be Given to the Soil on the bus on the way to a lunch date (never romantic) and then the record felt a bit murky, but listening to it again in the middle of the night while the rest of world sleeps, is downright terrifying.
Remember that time I was going to wake up at 8am to write this review to get a head start on the day? Yeah, me either. I do remember hitting the “stfu” button on my phone as the alarm kept reminding me I was failing at life by sleeping and reading through hazy eyes that Bill Hader was leaving SNL, but that 8am wake up time…A distant memory now. But hey, at least I’m up now and rekindling my relationship with Wild Party. Last time we encountered them, it was through Lincoln as we chatted a little about their new album All Nighter. This time around All Nighter is the center of attention, much like a girl on her Sweet 16, if she was an indie pop record with a coastal attitude.
Monday mornings for me aren’t that much different than any other day because I work from home. The only thing that has be down today and feeling groggy is the heat. Damn sun, can’t you ease us into your burden? It’ll be over 100 degrees today and because of that, I won’t be heading out to get a new tattoo like I had planned. While I’m trying not to make sudden movements due to the temperature rising in my apartment, I listen slowly to A Bright Sky’s Reinventing Yourself. Before I even read we called Southern California home, I jotted down that their pop rock reminded me of so many local bands I’ve seen over the years.
My head is flustered with numbers and logistics thanks to Backstreet Boys announcing dates. To those who judge, what have you loved that much for that long? Please save your glares of “really…you’re too old for that,” and let me be. As I try to figure all that out on top of budgeting my time for the eight other sites I contribute to, I’m listening to Radical Dads’ Rapid Reality. It’s a lot more indie rock than I’m used to and definitely not like anything I’d have in my personal collection, but there were at least a few songs I walked away with.
Last Sunday I wrote 13 things and I felt just like Tina. Sometimes I think I take on too much for too little, but writing is all I really know how to do. I don’t do it well all the time, but…See, no real thought on how to end that.
So I started writing for two more sites this week. Well, I signed on for two more and have written for one. We had some login trouble with the other. I hope all these other obligations don’t mess up what I have going on here. If they start do damper my Mixtape relationship…I already know who I’d cut first and then second. Not really, I love them all. Sadly, one of my paying gigs has been absent from my life for 2 weeks. That’s the price of a new tattoo. Which, speaking of tattoos. I plan on adding a new one to my “favorite characters” leg; Cher Horowitz. 26 with no skills to man a car and no skills to drive a man, you can figure out why one of the most famous lines aimed at Cher applies to me.
As always, this is what I did musically this week…Saw the Goo Goo Dolls at Kimmel. They did “Iris,” but sadly not “Slide.” Those who are my age will agree that those are gems. And of course I have to mention seeing All Time Low. My $2 ticket was worth the price, although the kids at the show…*in Schmidt from New Girl voice* YOUTHS! When I was that age, I would’ve never went to a show in my panties. All I could do was say, “Oh my lord…” the entire night. Tonight it’s another Hopeless show, The Wonder Years at Chain Reaction.
Next week is nothing musical at all…It’s all about my soul mate; TV. I hate that I am anticipating The Vampire Diaries finale. I feel like it’s my Richard Gere. It started out as a job to watch, but I had to break my rule, kiss on the lips and fall in love. I blame Klaus for this. Also, The Office series finale…I’ll get the tissues ready now.
Wait, next week will be musical here though. Album reviews are in the works for a Monday through Friday reveal and it’ll be exciting to share them with you as the days unravel and we get closer to another weekend.
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If The Wonder Years are talking about this generation, the one that contains those of us in our late 20’s and early 30’s, then I’d have to disagree that we’re the greatest generation. We’re selfish and focused on whose tragedy is bigger (shout out to Showtime’s Shameless on that one). I could go on about how I am a part of this generation and break it down further, but I won’t. I’ll just include this right here and say that it contains a rant I did about this very topic just the other day, and then get to the core of what we’re here for, The Wonder Years’ The Greatest Generation. Nothing like it reminded me of The Upsides, a couple screamed Suburbia and the rest was an inclination that The Wonder Years are growing up more and more with each record; both personally and musically.