Holy crap. You need to go here (the blog I mentioned nonchalantly earlier today) right now and listen to some music. So far, I am a huge fan of Kunek’s “Good Day” and The Rumble Strips’ “Boys and Girls in Love.” Kunek: kind of like Elliott Smith. The Rumble Strips: kind of like The Maccabees. Quality.

The downside: Many of these bands aren’t terribly well-known, ergo, it is difficult to…”obtain” their whole albums. And when I say “obtain,” I totally mean “go to the store and buy.”

I honestly haven’t used this blog to find new music yet, but I definitely plan to. I was glancing through their archives and I found this entry.

When I was in South Carolina, this cab driver we had (who was blasting a radio station that played “Time to Pretend” and then “My Own Worst Enemy”…awesome) told me to check out this Flobots song. And since Tuneage endorsed the same song as that cabbie, it must be a quality site.

I heard this song on a Discovery Channel commercial. I am a big fan. I saw Robert Randolph & the Family Band live back in 2005 at Juice Jam (a lame beginning-of-the-year music festival at Syracuse), and I was thoroughly unimpressed. They should have played this song!

At the company picnic last week, there was an American-Idol-style talent competition going on. Some guy decided to sing “You Raise Me Up.” YIKES.

My (female) coworker responded to my disgust by saying:

“You don’t like Josh Groban?!? What kind of girl doesn’t like Josh Groban?!?”

Really? I don’t think I know anyone who likes Josh Groban. (Well, now I know one person, I guess.) He’s not even attractive. No redeemable qualities there.

…musicals bore the pants off me. As do movie-musicals, and movies that resemble musicals. When I say this, I am mostly referring to (gasp!) Once, but I am also thinking of Across the Universe and The Producers (the film and Broadway versions).

I enjoy music the most when I’m doing something else while I’m hearing it. Some of my favorite things to do while listening to music, in no particular order:

• Driving my car.
• Stalking Facebook.
• Running.
• Writing.
• Dancing around like a maniac. (OK, that’s probably my best one of them all.)

The worst thing to do while listening to music: Sitting in a theater, staring at some people on a screen or on a stage.

The music is sometimes pretty good. I like “Falling Slowly” as much as the next person. But come on. It’s not good enough to entice me to sit through 85 minutes of plotless crap.

Here’s a clip from when I saw Vampire Weekend at the Popped! Music Festival in Philadelphia on June 21. I took it myself, in case you couldn’t tell from the sweet camerawork.

This song was great live, but my little Canon didn’t really capture its essence. It sounds kind of weird from this clip. It was either something new or something really old…I just know it wasn’t from their big album.

This morning I made a CD of some songs I have purchased from iTunes in the past year. To give you an idea of the randomness of the mix, here are some songs that were on it:

• “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis and “Love in This Club” by Usher (I really, really like these songs. Go ahead. Judge me.)
• “Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine (I remember it from the tail end of the last-ever basement dance party.)
• “I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard” by Nightmare of You (The only song I know of to address someone named “Meghan.” And I remember hearing it on the radio in Queensbury back in summer ‘06.)
• “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel; “Your Love” by The Outfield; “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by Joy Division; “Baba O’Riley” by The Who; “Life Is a Highway” by Tom Cochrane (To go on my Chuck’s playlist.)

It is one bizarre CD. And lots of songs have the word “love” in the title. That’s all.

Another old song, but it’s been stuck in my head all day, and I like it. (It’s my blog. I do what I want!) I’m in the process of getting some new(er) stuff right now, so that’s coming right up. I promise.

And, on a related note, less than one week till the release of Beck’s produced-with-Danger-Mouse new album, Modern Guilt. Get psyched.

This is a terribly made video for this Crystal Castles song. Yet, it comes up as the most relevant in a YouTube search. What sets it apart from all the other lame fan-made videos?

No vocals!

Yes, this version of the song removes Alice Glass’s horrific screaming, and it is so much better that way.

I saw them live at the Popped! Music Festival in Philly a couple weeks ago, and I kind of wished she hadn’t shown up at all. All she did was jump around the stage and yell into the microphone. (Fun fact: Microphones make your voice louder. So you don’t have to yell into them.) I was totally not into it, but a lot of way-too-skinny cigarette-smoking American-Apparel-wearing folks were. Whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

The glorious combination of two things I love: Saved by the Bell and Soulja Boy. The editing isn’t great, and it’s kind of repetitive. Not quite as good as Hey Ya, Charlie Brown! Still, however…brilliant.