I have this thing about marching bands. I absolutely adore them - well, the good ones anyway. Anytime I hear the trill of a flute or see the slide of a brassy trombone in combination with orthopaedic marching shoes, I want to join rank and file and begin roll stepping with the best of them.
Also. More than a little part of my heart wishes I was in the Detroit Party Marching Band. They rock so hard.
(Source: sheasmith, via teachingliteracy)
Fourteen tracks for the end of summer including music by The Generationals, Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and Typhoon.
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I seriously LOL’ed. Yeah, I’m a nerd.
(via justaboat)
Every year, there’s a lull after Christmas before spring. Usually, it’s gray and snowy and the sun doesn’t make an appearance for days. But, in the darkest days of winter, there’s always something to look forward to. Something just on the horizon. A place where hundreds of bands play and a wristband can get you into any venue for the whole weekend.
HAMTRAMACK BLOWOUT. It’s the grown-up music lover’s favorite holiday. Where else could you see the Hard Lessons, the Sights, Scarlet Oaks, Charlie Slick, the Crooks, the Detroit Marching Band, and about a million others in the span of a weekend - all within 2.2 glorious square miles of each other?
It’s an amazing thing. And it’s almost here.
Counting. Down. The. Days.
… that I don’t know which to get first! Check out albums from Phoenix, Broken Bells, The Avett Brothers, Beach House, Best Coast, Cage the Elephant, Local Natives, Band of Horses, Passion Pit, The Walkmen, The Freelance Whales, Monsters of Folk, Sia, Yeasayer…
I really love the vinyl set up in this room - including their massive record collection and the beautiful turntable. I can just see myself curled up next to the fireplace with a cup of tea and book by Jane Austen, listening to a little bit of the Black Keys. Um, yes please.
Photo via desire to inspire. As seen on the Miss Moss blog.
Writer & City Girl. Seeking out adventures in the everyday and trying to live out Romans 12 the best I can.
