wham songs

ungainlysweaters:

nevver:

The American Package Museum, Crayola Drawing Crayon

oh mine youth.

popsongs your new boyfriend is too stupid to know about

(via into) This is such a gorgeous picture that just showed up on my watch list. It makes me hungry for ice-cream and my SLR.

Record of the moment, Dear Catastrophe Waitress by Belle and Sebastian. Listen to it if you’re feeling like dipping your toe into the fans favourite, the most commercially viable and possibly - shoot me if I’m wrong - the most fluid and easy-listening of all Belle and Sebastian albums.

What with the success of the charming but alarmingly overrated (I’m still bitter that 2 Days in Paris didn’t get the token nomination at this years Oscars. I blame Ellen Page) flick of choice for indie socialites, Juno, everybody and their geeky older brother has a song to sing along to in Piazza New York Catcher - which I personally love due to my possibly deluded belief that it was written as a homage to Holden Caulfield and myself, a musical glorification of our majestic and all too fictional romance. Let’s face it, he’d probably shoot me.

But back to the music! This album is perfect for cartrips with friends when everyone is feeling a little too lethargic to attempt conversation, or just for sitting in your bedroom when you’re feeling too lazy to attempt Tolstoy. A sleepy record then; Personal favourite track is Lord Anthony. It’s like school all over again.

Rating : 8.5/10

People who like crying themselves to sleep but find Fall out Boy offensive may want to try Arab Strap for their dose of Scotish rainy day misery, Belle and Sebastian are afterall prone to the odd recorder solo and handclap, and that just won’t do for angst-bound Smith’s fans. But never fear, Moffat is here!

Jason Schwartzman makes me happy. He’s not the usual person I’d fall hopelessly in fangirlism with but he makes me happy with his flicky hair, ever impressive smallness and penchant to wes anderson wonderment.

I’ll forgive him that drably executed but wonderously decadent affair with his cousin - what was it, marie who? I’m not sure but the scene end of the interwebs died a little what with the impromptu and overly insubtle irony of a pink converse shoe and some macarons. Granted I’m harsh, Louis was wonderous and perfect possibly because he is Jason Schwartzman who inspired me to make this post in the first place.

So today everyone, you should go and discover him if you have not been so fortunate as to already, that is. Start with Rushmore, make some tea, have some toast and when you go to bed utterly satiated and dribbling with happiness, perhaps play some Coconut Records and listen to his optimistic attempts at musicality - not as bad as you’d imagine, quite adorable, a little flippant but utterly loveable. Music to tap your toe too.