Life is Easier with a Soundtrack

Wednesday, February 01, 2006 | comments (5)
And today the soundtrack is Rilo Kiley, The Execution of all Things. I have a thing for female vocalists with a penchant towards dark, confessional lyrics. I confess: they disarm me. They make me feel good, in a bad sort of way.

So I just bought Rilo Kiley's two other albums with an Amazon gift certificate. I also got this, as it came recommended.

And while I'm on the subject of buying music . . . until iTunes increases the quality of it's AAC files, I think I'm through buying entire albums from there. I might download the occasional song or two, but if I care enough to get the entire album, then I'm going to get the CD. I've been kind of disappointd with the quality of the iTunes recordings lately. The thing about iTunes - the thing that sucks me in - is that if I really like something, I can download it and listen to it right then, no waiting for mail, no trips to the store. And that's important for restless Internet junkies like myself.

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We are N'SYNC!

Posted by Laundro on Feb 02, 2006 at 7:46:34 AM
Try: "Come on feel the Illinoise" by Sufjan Stevens

Posted by Jonathan on Feb 02, 2006 at 9:07:50 AM
I'll check it out!

Posted by Rothko on Feb 02, 2006 at 9:46:03 AM
Try Cat Power.

Posted by James on Feb 04, 2006 at 8:56:16 AM
Yeah. I have a Cat Power album, Moon Pix. I saw as she has a new one. Have listened to a couple of the tracks. Not sure I like it as much. Love her voice, though.

Posted by Rothko on Feb 04, 2006 at 11:15:47 AM

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