What they fail to tell you before you get two weeks of lovely teacher vacation, is what the HELL you are supposed to do when you are an excellent multi-tasker and have accomplished everything in 4 days.
I spent the first freedom weekend drinking until bad decisions=good times. I followed that by two days of playing Susie Homemaker and making vegan baked goods for Chrismakwanzikuh gifts. I then proceeded to work out lots, run errands, clean my car and even bathe… now what?
Relaxing is a new concept for me and one that I am not especially good at, which is when I turn to music digging. This morning brought the return of Whitley.
As a music whore, I tend to keep running lists of bands I hear and want to hear more of so that I remember to investigate. These lists have been made on napkins, students test papers and even toilet paper. Whitley has appeared on a number of them and I am saddened that I just got around to digging them up. Either way, they were worth the wait.
Though at first they seem like the perfect background music in your favorite thrift store, they are far more. This Melbourne artist deserves a lot more than urban outfitters playlist recognition. In the time of Avett Brothers, Mumford & Sons and anything with a banjo being instantly successful, Whitley should not be overlooked.
They have been kicking around for a few years and have had mild success on the bad sitcom soundtrack. One detail has been sorely overlooked… they have an OWL on the cover of their album, “The Submarine”. Indie rock, an accent AND an owl… where is the automatic fan base?
No beard. So you know I am not being totally biased on this blog o’ mine.