Soundtrack

This guy has been the soundtrack to 2012. We caught the vinyl bug, like everyone else who gets too many CB2 and West Elm catalogs, and invested in a decent turntable and some new and used records.

You wouldn't know we have a collection of records though, because we only play Father John Misty. Morning. Noon on the weekends. Night. The lyrics in this one are especially...nice.

He's in Boston next week and up until this point, for some weird reason, I haven't investigated his live act. I almost did, but I didn't want to be disappointed. Then, thanks to the wonders of Facebook (thanks Brad), I gave in. And by gave in I mean went down the FJM Rabbit Hole that is the internet.




Glad I did. Can't wait for all that ass shaking. I mean, white people ass shaking. But still.