I've been addicted to a couple really great musicians lately. You have to check them out.
Mates of State. Love them. They're usually my fave to workout to because they're poppy and upbeat. But "Nature and the Wreck" is their best song, by far. Youtube it.
AND, if their music didn't make them awesome enough go watch this video. They're a mommy and a daddy, too!
Bon Iver. This guy is heartbreakingly rad.
Breathe Owl Breathe. They remind me of my first two years of college at this liberal arts school that was full of patchouli-wearing hippies. Which, of course, is why they are awesome. Listen to "Drop and Roll" and change your life. And did I mention there's a cello. Oh, the cello.
Other good stuff I've been jamming to:
Get Up Kids, New Buffalo, Pinback, The Decemberists, Sunny Day Sets Fire (which I originally thought was a joke/spoof of two great bands Sunny Day Real Estate and Boy Sets Fire - They might be...I haven't uncovered the story of their inception. I only know they're cool.)
As with all music you have the watch the lyrics - I usually do a check of lyrics before I download something. I'm terrible about not realizing what songs are about until they're already emblazoned on my brain and I'm singing them to the kids in the van. So now I have to do the precursory search. I would recommend you do so as well...
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I totally heart Breathe Owl Breathe (how can you not love that cello?!?). I've just recently gotten into Mates of State...fun for a work out (wait, can you put "fun" and "work out" in the same sentence?). I'll have to check out the others. Thanks for sharing!
See? You like to complain that you're frumpy and old and dreadfully unhip, and then you go writing a post that consists of recommendations for bands that I've never ever even dreamed of hearing of, and never ever would have in a bajillion years if it hadn't been for your totally cool uber-hipness. Uh huh. You're an Ugly Mom poser, you are.
Yeah, because THIS is what an true Ugly Mom listens to: Kids Bop from McDonalds.
I'm sorry, that's KidZ Bop. For a minute there I was totally unhip.
For the record, I have never complained about being old. Ever. Frumpy and dreadfully unhip, well, yes. It's hard to feel "hip" when you're covered in other people's bodily fluids, though. Fair, right?
And remember that it's all relative. I mean, Anna ca. 1999 was so much cooler/skinnier/with-it.
p.s. Regardless of how I feel about age I can tell you how I feel about gray hair. I finally plucked one today and taped it to a piece of black paper and put it in an envelope to send to dad. "Dear Dad, while I'm grateful that I have hair (because, you know, I could have gotten Grandpa Jimmy's genes), I am NOT grateful to be sprouting all of these silvery cylindrical filaments. So thanks for nothing. Love, your daughter."
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