I'm not sure where the summer went. In fact, I'm almost positive that it exploded and warped into a time-travelling machine of epic proportions and then exploded even more into weird physics that we don't even know about yet. Yeah. It went that fast.
It sure was a lovely summer, though. I partied pretty hard as far as concerts and music go. And when I think about the good times that went down this summer, they're all based around killer concerts and great albums. So many good albums were in heavy rotation for me through the sweltering months, and I still can't get enough of any of them.
tame impala. still listening to this one at least once a day. at least.
beach house. all three albums. so lovely in every way. another once a day regimen.
here we go magic. omg. that's all i can say. this one's twice a day. sometimes three.
best coast. best summer album possibly ever.
the new pornographers. always a given in the summer.
sharon jones and the dap kings. holla!
ariel pink's haunted graffiti. pretty sure i owe matt big time for getting me into these guys. amazing.
always a little LCD soundsystem to make your day just right.
and last but not least, sleigh bells. still makin me dance.
whew. so much good music. so little time. good thing there's a wealth of concerts coming up in October. But I'll save that post for another day.
I love music. Did I ever tell you how much I love music? 
