my favorite flannel

     What was that? Even though it's officially September it's still 30 degrees out? WHO GIVES A SHIT I'M WEARING PANTS AND A CARDIGAN. HAPPY FALL (even though it's summer for another 20 days) and HAPPY BACK TO SCHOOL! If you're like me and can't wait to hop off the shorts train and head into sweater town, here's a playlist I created inspired by one equally as radical that I heard in a thrift store recently. Whether you're searching for that perfect flannel, or diggin' for comfy band tee's, this eclectic mix from the past is the playlist to listen to when you're on a thrifting adventure.

My Favorite Flannel from hblaisauce on 8tracks Radio.

Playlist of the Day: Storm clouds are raging all around my door

spring time with friends from hblaisauce on 8tracks Radio.

I think this title ("The Man in Me" by Bob Dylan lyric) is quite suitable for these past few days. The weather here has been crazy! Throughout the course of one day it's like I'm watching an entire year pass by through my window; rain one minute, hail the next, then snow, and finally some sunshine to immediately melt the remains! Right now the sun is out and there are no signs of a thunder/hail/dog/yogurt/ storm in the near future, but the weather is as unpredictable as...whether or not I will think of something witty to end this with.

Enjoy some sunny tunes I've been listening to lately to put a little "spring" in your step! (haaahaaaaaaaaaa oh me...)

welcome to the space age

1962...

An era of birth to some of the most famous and historic pop culture icons in the world. If one travelled back in time to 1962 and turned the dial on that super cute retro radio, one would probably hear the sweet sounds of the newly debuted folk artist, Bob Dylan, or witness the birth of surf music from our pals the Beach Boys. Andy Warhol's infamous Campbell's soup can would be circulating the media, as well as Sean Connery's breakthrough role as "Bond...James Bond." 1962 was also the end of an era for  the famous Marilyn Monroe, as the star was found dead on August 5. It was the rise of the space age, where the possibilities of technological advancement seemed endless, and almost everyone owned a television set! Kennedy was on top as American faced threats of nuclear demise, and the CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS ANYONE?? In Canada (represent), there was Diefenbaker or whatever. The fashion was great, the hair was great, the cars were great and Walmart launched its first location in it's long term evil plan TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD.

But, contrary to what was believed at that time, we can't go back in time (BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT, EARTH), so here are some pictures and a video of me and my friend, Quinn, singing a song that wasn't as popular as some of the other songs back then but is still great and we are wearing top hats.

Rookie Magazine focuses on the fad that was the future, in the blast from the past article about retro-futurism: Literally the Best Thing Ever: Retro-futurism!

literally killing me softly with his song and every other way possible

A friend of mine once told me the Vogue Theater in Vancouver is haunted. Well, I'm not too sure about ghosts but the other night, (as I eagerly awaited the arrival of my future husband, pondering thoughts to myself such as: will he love me as much as I love him? Will he do that annoying thing and be creeped out when he wakes up to me watching him sleep? Will I have to give into my heritage and learn Swedish?  Because I'm totally not good at that whole bilingual thing) I was definitely in the presence of an angel. If you have not heard of The Tallest Man on Earth (shown above; it's not just a random picture of a shirtless man I have limits ok) you should revoke your title as an inhabitant of society, because you clearly are a hermit. For those of you who are fellow fans, you can just skip down to the part where you get extremely jealous of me for once in my life, and for those who have had musically deprived lives up until this point let me EDUCATE YOU. Kristian Matsson, said Tallest Man, is in my opinion, this generation's Bob Dylan. Born and raised in Sweden, Kristian is alone with his multiple guitars and heavenly voice to write songs of interacting and being with nature, the occasional sweet (amazing) love song, and others that make you feel like you are on a grand adventure in an enchanted forest or meadow or something to find the meaning of life with the Tallest Man on Earth. And since my words are not nearly as powerful as his, you will just have to listen for yourself.
NOW

HERE

IS

THE

BEST

PART

Let me pick up from where I started before I gave the hermits the greatest gift of music they will ever recieve, and continue. So yes, my friend Maria and I woke up in the wee hours o' da mornin' on September 10th, and drove down to see The Tallest Man on Earth live in the Vogue Theater in Vancouver. 

Proof: me casually looking at the tickets

We grabbed a healthy breakfast:

Were mature and did not laugh/take a picture of this:

Or this:

Saw this awesome lady playing the tambourine along to music only she could hear and wearing a crown:

Counted down the hours until: (BIG SEAN!!!!!!!!!! Not really)

Found this adorable and delicious Greek restaurant which was suuuuper busy...:

At the concert we met up with a plethora of pals and I took an awesome quality photo:

Me and Maria looking like supermodels or something:

And then Strands of Oaks came on and played "Two Kids" and I cried

 And were AWESOME

And then (sorry for the horrible quality, iPhones make it easy to crack your screen but not have nice photos when you zoom in the slightest bit)...

I SEE YOU LOOKING AT ME I LOVE YOU TOO

He opened the show with "To Just Grow Away" from his new album There's No Leaving Now, followed by one of my favorites, "Love is All". He played both his old and new stuff and I didn't think it was possible for someone to actually be even better live, and that's saying a lot about TMOE. My friends and I stood at the base of the stage and swayed and sang along and my friend, Jocelyn, even brought him flowers she stole from a homeless person and threw them at his face and he said thank you and stuff! After the crowd gave a standing ovation and screamed for a good five minutes, he came back onstage for three encores (basically) of "The Wild Hunt" (my absolute favorite of his) a cover of Paul Simon's "Graceland" and finally leaving us with a piano version of "The Dreamer" and a humble bow. It was an amazing experience with amazing friends and music and $1 pizza. I could do it everyday.

I kind of ruin this whole video because I get reaaaaally into it and sing so loud and horribly you can barely even hear him. I mean.... it was this random girl beside me she was so loud and like moaning and stuff so weird what a psycho freak!! Some people are trying to LISTEN here right?!?!? Ha....sjfg;arigawgh!!!!!!