Jolie Holland/ Springtime Can Kill You: Beauty can be a little bit much.
Ryan Adams/ Cannonball Days: But that doesn’t mean we don’t love to miss it.
Blood Oranges/ Hell’s Half Acre: Sitting around doesn’t do very much for us, but we continue to do it anyway. We’ll adore guitars until the world burns.
World of Pooh/ Mr. Coffee-Nerves: Everything adorable is stressful.
Benoit Pioulard/ Palmiend: And fragile.
Tullycraft/ Secretly Minnesotan: We can take over the suburbs with a song.
Aberfeldy/ Love is an Arrow: And make bad metaphors so consciously.
Pipas/ A short film about sleeping: Cassavetes permeates our lives via pop songs.
Okkervil River/ The President’s Dead: And political fantasy puts us all in a good mood, even if we’re sorry about it.
Make Believe/ Political Mysticism: We make mistakes.
Wrens/ Ex-girl Collection: Then we write beautiful songs about these mistakes which don’t manage to be apologies.
Death of Samantha/ Rose’s Rejoice: Life is pretty fucking epic.
Memphis/ I’ll do whatever you want: But magnificence can leave us quivering, alone with our catchy melodies.
All Girl Summer Fun Band/ Brooklyn Phone Call : We like to think that our hearts don’t have to break easily, but they might anyway.
Rosebuds/ Back to Boston: And when we return to the scene of the disaster, it’ll probably be painful but lovely regardless.
Joanna Newsom/ The Book of Right-on: And we believe in ourselves.
Lilys/ Dandy: Mostly just to believe.
PJ Harvey/ Highway 61 Revisited: Everything starts out quiet and distorted but becomes clearer with time. We find ourselves longing for the past anyway.
Morningsides/ Summer Song: And we can be happy for no reason at all.
Blow/ Fists up!: We do not have to explain ourselves.
Lesser Birds of Paradise/ I envy the photons: We do not have to be content with ourselves.
Magnetic Fields/ Born on a train: Everyone fantasizes about being an asshole (though maybe mostly Stephin Meritt).
Grizzly Bear/ On a neck, on a spit: We can be expansive and still be right.
Voxtrot/ Your Biggest Fan: Sometimes things don’t work out.
Diane Cluck/ Half a million Miles from Home: But momentary ecstasy can be pretty great.
Tom Waits/ Lie to Me: Or maybe we just think it’s great.
Old 97’s/ Lonely Holiday: We get sad because you’re not around. Slide guitars may or may not help with this problem.
Handsome Family/ Lake Geneva: In fact, they probably just make it worse.
Slumber Party/ 10-9-8-7-6-5-4: Twee pop just might make it better.
Ramona Cordova/ Take Flight: In the end, all that is certain is that we are delicate creatures, but also exceedingly tough.
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