As part of our constant quest to keep this website ‘fresh’ and ‘exciting’ I thought it would be fun to let you dear readers know what some of the Smittens have been consuming since we got back from the indiepop acropolis (see below). This is not because we are trying to get you to buy any of this, but rather because we think it’s all cool and also makes us look cool for liking it.
David has been listening to Donaoan “A Gift from a Flower to a Garden”, Blast Off Country Style “C’Mon and Blast Off Country Style” , and The Specific Heats “Aboard A Spaceship Of The Imagination”. He’s just re-read ‘Franny and Zooey’ and ‘Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters’ by JD Salinger. He skipped ‘Seymour, an introduction’ because it is kind of boring.
Colin just finished listening to the new Mountain Goats album (“Get Lonely”) and their new-ish e.p. (“Babylon Springs e.p.”). He’s still reading The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow and the Complete Sherlock Holmes stories from the Strand Magazine by A. Conan Doyle.
Dana’s been into Kimya Dawson (“Remember that I love you”), Magnetic Fields (“I”), the latest smittens mixes (just watch out when that shit drops!-ed.) and Vermont Public Radio. She just finished reading: Trumpet (Jackie Hay), Love in the Driest Season (Neely Tucker), and the latest issues of Bust, US, People, Bitch, and Real Simple.
Max (that’s me) is annoyed because Dana stole my thunder with VPR, although I was going to offer Radio 4 instead, which in some ways is better because of the amount of serialized radio drama. I have been absolutely obsessed with the absolutely mind-blowing “Love and Youth” by Jenny Wilson (doesn’t sound Swedish, but she is, apparently). Also “Pet Grief” by the Radio Dept. and “Brief Lives” by the Would-be-Goods. And I’ve been attending sessions of the Leeds International Pianoforte Competition 2006 where I have been attempting to soak up keyboard skills by osmosis. Since tour I’ve read “Berlin Stories” by Christopher Isherwood, “A Room with a View” by E.M. Forster, “Billy Liar” by Keith Waterhouse (Yorkshire!) and am now in the opening stages of “Swann’s Way” by Proust. Ah, memories…
More, in even more interesting formats, later!