Entries from November 2009
November 29, 2009
back when I was your age: sweden, 1975
Capslock got tired of hearing our parents say: “I wore those acid-washed jeans/sparkly studded cowboy boots/fill-in-the-blanks when I your age. And I wore them first.” So we went through the family photo albums to prove it. Here’s what our Swedish family members (and some random Germans) were wearing in 1975. Start stealing.
November 27, 2009
hear this: theresa andersson.
meet theresa andersson. she may look like your average swedish/new orleans indie darling, but in fact, she is a one-woman atomic whirlwind; and she is probably blowing your favorite quirky singer with bangs straight out of the musical water. backup band? what backup band? theresa loops her violin, tuned-down guitar (read: bass), half-filled pop bottles, [...]
November 23, 2009
guest drop: no basic space for the xx
. Capslock is a huge fan of The xx. Sadly not all of the caplocks fans in DC were able to skip on down to DC 9 to attend (same on you). Prior to the concert I hesitated over the proper attire for such a show. In a recent interview The xx acknowledged that [...]
November 19, 2009
your morning power folk ballad.
Sometimes I like to browse foreign itunes lists, and that’s how I found the London-born Mumford & Sons. It’s folk music for the jilted indie-rocker–imagine if the Avett Brothers were British. And they have a dobro! Unfortunately, they have yet to make it across the itunes-pond, so if any Brits out there want to give [...]
November 18, 2009
see this: mass in an american car.
The quaint colloquial charm of Vermont chewed me up and spit me out in western Massachusetts. This would have been the perfect time in my trip to get all Hunter S. Thompson and go Gonzo through the state – and the small liberal arts colleges that dot the western Mass landscape would have been the [...]
November 15, 2009
morning after: rad shoes and the clinton years.
Sometimes following strangers down the party rabbit hole leads to sulken pizza munching at 11 pm—but on lucky star days, it leads to the nineties. deep blue something, genesis, clinton, plaid. check. for some reason I spent a lot of time stalking shoes—so cheers to the boys who (on-purpose?) matched, as well as to the [...]
