Look at that little guy. Isn’t he handsome?
And colorful? Pass the pasta, y’all.
This was the main course of a July menu for Caroline’s birthday: 275 more words
Last week on the way in to work I listened to Runner, the new Sea And Cake album. (Well, it’s last year’s album now, but that definitely qualifies as new round these parts.) They’re one of the few remaining groups whose work I’ll buy without question, for old time’s sake; or rather, because it’s too much to relinquish such a link to what I might over-grandly call My Musical Past. 309 more words
They’re like a misty, partly sunny, sixty-seven-degree afternoon adorned with rainbows, cymbals, and a cloud-shrouded but beaming sun when you need it most.
I would say, if called upon to put my musical palate on a pedestal, that The Sea and Cake are artists’ artists, and they’ve made a career out of stacking albums with light, wistful, enlivening, complex, jazzy, and loungey tunes. 27 more words