Yeah, I Stole the Idea from Pitchfork

Behold, the sun. At long last! All morning and most of the afternoon. Brighter than I'd seen in weeks. Oh, sure, it was still cold as all hell — seven Fahrenheit when the X49 blew past me — but that was alright. I was alright to stand there a bit longer, out of the way of the drips coming down off the building, and let the snow on the tops of my shoes turn to slush.

Also today, I added my favorite song from this Black Kids EP to the Infinite Mixtape I've been sending out to select forch folk. Back when I was blogging regular about music, the albums that I gravitated toward were often the underdog ones that somehow felt wont and familiar from the first listen, like this one does. Like, it seems I could have heard these songs 20 years ago when MTV was still new-ish and I only knew a couple kids who had it, or maybe they were on a cassette my brother left behind when he went to college, the one that I played the hell out of, more than Doolittle, more than Damaged, even. But, no, these are brand new and real fun and way more exciting than anything Radiohead.