#319: Howl

Surprise, surprise - more Florence + the Machine. Did you know that Walla Walla tourism's slogan is "Surprise, surprise"? I'm not sure that they can appropriate that to be just for Walla Walla... but ok. I'll take it, "town so nice they named it twice." Clearly originality is not in your blood.

#318: Way Down Hadestown

SO. Cobbay found this awesome folk opera, Football stole it from him, and on Tuesday I didn't have class until noon and so I woke up at 11 to Football playing this craaazy music in the living room (that is, the tiny common space directly outside my bedroom). Um, it's amazing. -ly weird.

#317: Where'd You Go?

Jamie Lidell. I am seriously obsessed with you. Let's hang out.

I put this song on over the weekend, and then of course ravenously replayed my recently played songs in order to hold on to the glorious sensation of the weekend for as long as possible.

#316: Hang On Little Tomato

Pink Martini is already all over my 365 - but somehow I missed "Hang On Little Tomato!" I have a "morning" playlist which is just happy songs like this one, and this morning I slapped it on the speakers while making breakfast. I didn't really need musical assurance that everything was AMAZING, but it was great nonetheless.

Then I spent the rest of the day being a waste of space, watching ANTM, and moaning about the weekend being over. Great stuff.

In addition: any ideas on genres for this song? It's not really jazz or world, which are two common genres I use for Pink Martini.

#315: Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding

In the middle of an epic drive through the wheatfields of Milton-Freewater and Walla Walla (apparently they don't mark state lines on meandering gravel roads through fields?), EJ serenaded BS and I with this kick ass piano line. It was a very fitting soundtrack for driving away from hail and into the hills.

#314: The Wind Cries Mary

GREATEST DAY OF ALL TIME! BS came to Whitman! I think that the moment he and Franzia hugged in greeting was my favorite 2 seconds of 2010.

We got some live serenading by Franzia and JJ, which was endlessly embarrassing and hilariously great. They played sexy tunes, like this one, directly outside my bedroom.

The manhole also threw a great party, which we haven't done in quite some time. It was a great, great day all around. On terribly sad evenings like tonight, holed up in the basement of the library in my death cubicle (facing a corner), I just dream of this weekend coming back to me... it was so glorious.

#313: Sixteen Tons

Thursday was marked pretty heavily by History Rock & Roll - we watched footage of horrible things from the Civil Rights movement, and it was on my mind all day. Watching people get beaten and hosed for literally NO reason is very depressing. We also listened to some excellent folk music, though! "Sixteen Tons" is from our folk roots of rock & roll listening assignment, but it also happens to be an Arbor staple. So I already knew all of the words. I love Arbor.