Sooooooooooo!!!!!
Where to begin where to begin. I have been to Chicago. I have been there many times and again and again, and it puts something on the end of my tongue that will never be spit out. No wonder there is this laughable irony when I say that I’m from Indy, Indy offers anything you’d ever want, I’m happy in Indy, Indianapolis is cool, etc. etc. etc.
Besides the obvious fact that there are more 3+ story buildings in the West Loop than all of Indianapolis and surrounding areas combined, besides the obvious fact that people actually are out there walking around and don’t seem suspicious, besides the obvious fact that buses and trains actually are functionally moving people around in an orderly fashion, and besides the obvious fact that there is more to discover in a few moments (about yourself…smarmily), Chicago is where some music is.
Now, precious Indianapolis, hear me clearly on this one. I love you. I really do. And all the people who I’ve told I love in the past will verify, this is a serious, obsessive, unforgiving love, that is more harrowing for me than for you. But you do not have a few things that have become necessary.
Yes, this is spontaneous. Yes, this is ridiculous. Yes, I have a dinosaur tattoo on my arm…I don’t really fucking care at the moment. Spinning about wildly has become the normal thing to be happening. Ungrounded, uprooted. I think I’ll make my way a little farther north and see what happens.
See you soon, again, Chicagoans.

Something draws me to the unsubtly depressive swells of this band, although I can’t quite bet my lithium on what it is. Could it be that I’m a sucker for the sad sweet sounds of a duet? Is it that I periodically have the Carpenters song Superstar in my head? Am I just an eternal sap who likes to hear sad love songs? Spatial guitar sounds, la la las, acoustic strumming, droning keyboards, and nostalgia combine to create a unique, compelling sound.