Relief Maps - "Hair Play"

This sentence took an hour to write. It took me three days to eat yesterday's breakfast, 8 months to read a too-thumbed copy of "Shampoo Planet", 2 years to break it off with my old flame from Ottawa. It takes me a long time to do a lot of things. It took me 3 weeks to watch Midnight Cowboy, 9 tries before I could listen past track 4 on Lonesome Crowded West, it took me honestly forever to get through 8th grade. I takes me a long time to do a lot things. But I can grow my hair like a motherfucker. I don't even have to try at it sometimes, but when I do, it's even faster. Some days I'll go with a thick pony tail, the next day a military crew cut, and the next I'll go with waist-length straight locks. Some days it's full beard, then clean shaven, then powerful goatee, and that's in a day. On cold days I can increase my natural warmth, and on hot days, I can be completely smooth and breezy. I can do designs, text, and even photos if you let me look at it long enough. It's the thing I'm best at, so it's certainly a pleasure to watch me work. Just like it is an utter pleasure to listen to Relief Maps do what they're best at: steady, crashing, warbly rock that is at once humble and brashly talented. [Buy from the MySpace]

Ima Fucking Gymnist - "We're Professionals"

I picture 14-year-old girls in dark overcoats that are too big for them, and old value village fedoras and fake moustaches and umbrellas and briefcases just walking around the stage in this exaggerated "oh, excuse me sir, no excuse ME sir, I have very important tasks to do" kind of way. It sounds like the soundtrack to a clown act, one that ends with burning all the money that the audience paid to get in. Whatever it actually is I hope they're as cool as I think they are. [Buy from olFactory]

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Also: do not miss Sean's Rye Rye post from yesterday. Oh my, yes.