neither here. nor there.

the musings of a twenty-something ATLien in the nation's capital.
Very appropriate for this weekend, as I’m New York City-bound in a few hours! Looking forward to chillin’ with family (older sister and cousins), new friends (shout out to Elliot, one-half of G.O.B — definitely check out excellent their Tumblr), old buds in Jersey, and roamin’ the streets until the break of dawn. 

Very appropriate for this weekend, as I’m New York City-bound in a few hours!

Looking forward to chillin’ with family (older sister and cousins), new friends (shout out to Elliot, one-half of G.O.B — definitely check out excellent their Tumblr), old buds in Jersey, and roamin’ the streets until the break of dawn. 

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—Rusko - Somebody To Love

rusko // somebody to love

Fist Pump Friday jam to get me through this day! Can’t wait for the weekend to start.

My doppelganger sent this to me with the caption: “EVERYTHING wrong with America…can be found in this video clip right here. EVERYTHING.”

Yup. I don’t know if I’m more appalled that she won ACTUAL trophies or the fact that she’s a shoe-in as a guest on a future episode of Maury.

 

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Cypress x Rusko

—Cypress x Rusko - Roll It, Light It

cypress hill x rusko // roll it, light it

TIGHT. Download via SPIN here.


My day in a nutshell. 

My day in a nutshell. 

After a fairly sleepless weekend (which was no one’s fault but my own), I somehow gathered up enough energy to leave my warm apartment, bike in the cold to Black Cat, and saw Real Estate perform in front of a sold-out crowd. My shivers didn’t last long, as from the minute the quintet from New Jersey took the stage to play their low-key surf pop reminiscent of sunny days on spent on your favorite beach. When a friend of mine said she had an extra ticket to the show, I was on the fence about going. The first few spins of their second album, Days, left me thinking their music needed a bit more of a punch or a twist. All this buzz about a band whose songs have very, very similar structures just seemed too good to be true. With most bands I check out that I’m not wild about, sometimes a live show is all it takes. And it did. These are five dudes (who happen to be from the town I was born in, coincidentally) who love to reflect on “the good ol’ days.” Now it’s pretty hard to hate on that. At last I think so.

After a fairly sleepless weekend (which was no one’s fault but my own), I somehow gathered up enough energy to leave my warm apartment, bike in the cold to Black Cat, and saw Real Estate perform in front of a sold-out crowd. My shivers didn’t last long, as from the minute the quintet from New Jersey took the stage to play their low-key surf pop reminiscent of sunny days on spent on your favorite beach.

When a friend of mine said she had an extra ticket to the show, I was on the fence about going. The first few spins of their second album, Days, left me thinking their music needed a bit more of a punch or a twist. All this buzz about a band whose songs have very, very similar structures just seemed too good to be true. With most bands I check out that I’m not wild about, sometimes a live show is all it takes. And it did.

These are five dudes (who happen to be from the town I was born in, coincidentally) who love to reflect on “the good ol’ days.” Now it’s pretty hard to hate on that. At last I think so.