We’re 11 months down in 2018, and yet another mixtape here to soothe your need for the month of December. I’m stoked on this months mixtape, lots of good stuff from all over the sonic landscape. Take a listen, follow the playlist, and share it with your friends.
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The month of April is over, and we’re finally getting out from under our winter form and into the allergy season. There was tons of new great music, and I slipped in a cover on this mixtape. I hope you like it as much as I do. As always, let us know what we’ve missed (if anything), and please do enjoy.
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Songs that we think you should hear without all the pomp and circumstance. America’s Open Roads // Cicada Rhythm Upcoming Boston area show: Tuesday, June 19 @ Atwood’s Tavern Steampowered Blues // Phil Cook Ages Ago // Forth Wanderers I Can Change // Lake Street Dive Upcoming Boston area show: Friday, May 4 @ The Sinclair The Animals // Ladytron ? Impossible // The Weather Station Don’t Mean to Pry // Horse Feathers Tailor Made // The Lemon Twigs All The Liars // Avi Jacob Children of the Civil War // Tyler Lyle Keep Movin’ // Goodnight, Texas New record…
Leave a CommentThis new cut from Lake Street Dive’s upcoming record, Side Pony, is a funky odyssey into the neo-soul, and I’m finding myself pressing repeat over and over again. Rachel Price’s voice is spot on, and the band seems to be picking up right where they left off on their ’14 effort Bad Self Portraits. The funky bass line, disco era string arrangements, and horns all make the song a total head bobber, and one you’ll be reaching for again and again. Look for Side Pony, released February 19th, on Nonesuch records. Lake Street Dive North American Tour Monday, February 22:…
4 CommentsPhotos by inger klekacz [T]he first year I went to Pickathon, I accidentally disturbed a bee nest while pitching my tent, and was stung three times while getting chased out of the area. The second year I went to Pickathon, I pitched my tent on a hill, neglecting to put up the rain fly. I was awakened by rain around 2am on day 3, and as I rushed to put the rainfly up, I tripped on the tent’s threshold and took a tumble down the hill, in the dark, in the rain, in my underwear, onto the world’s unluckiest fern.…
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