For the past few nights I have been crashing at the apartment of two truly great friends, Nate and Holly Pelz. Nate is the older brother of my long-time best friend Phil Pelz, and Holly is Nate’s wife. When Phil and I were younger, we always listened to Nate for advice on what was “cool” to do, or “cool” to wear, or most importantly, “cool” to listen to. Looking back now, I realize how terrible of a decision it was to ever listen to Nate, I mean look at this guy …
It has now been a full week since I walked onto the Polo Fields of Indio, where Mitchell, Sean, and I arrived at our tent at 4 AM, demanding that the rest of the crew awaken to join us in celebrating our arrival and the weekend of fun, music, and debauchery ahead of us with some cold brews. Typically after substantially memorable weekends like last, I usually like to wallow the following week, doing and listening to things that remind me of the fun vacation recently passed, in an attempt to relive the moments over and over again. Last weekend was no exception, and I have found myself gravitating to the most memorable music from Coachella weekend, whether it was a part of the music festival or not. So here is a short list of things I’ve bee listening to since Coachella weekend, in attempts to remind me of Coachella weekend.
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Well December is now upon us, which means the years end is rapidly approaching. Everyone is just chomping at the bit to be the first ones to post their “best of the year lists” whether it be movies, books, songs, video games, or albums. To me, this is rather dumb. Not the process of picking a list of your favorite anything, I love that. But rather the rush to do so. Sure December isn’t always the most prime month for an album drop, but this year alone, The Roots, and The Black Keys have albums dropping in December. Both of which could easily make it on my “best of the year list” if they play their cards right. The other thing that bothers me about this approach, is the fact that a year, or months, or even weeks after the fact, that list could potentially hold half it’s value to you. People get overhyped about albums, or ruined by the timing of an album, or maybe the album just hits that at the perfect time, or maybe the album was overplayed by a dumb friend to the dumb point where you wanted to repeatedly smash his dumb ipod into his dumb face until he dumb cried like a little girl.