Stephenie Meyer, the author of Twilight, discovered some “awesome CD’s” this summer. Her website was updated over the weekend, displaying a new post containing a few music suggestions for her readers. In her own words:
“No matter how busy I am, I can always listen to music, so I have a longer list of recommendations here. So, awesome CDs I discovered this summer:
Animal Collective — Merriweather Post Pavillion
Silversun Pickups — Swoon
White Rabbits — It’s Frightening
The Dead Weather — Horehound
Grizzly Bear — Veckatimest
Meese — Broadcast”
Her other suggestions include The Weakerthans and Elbows.
”NO. NO. YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH STEPHENIE MEYER WHO THE FUCK SPELLS THEIR NAME LIKE THAT. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE WEAKERTHANS I WILL SLAP YOU. SLAP SLAP SLAP YOU. STEP OFF. (via sade)
Oh god. All my favorite music has been destroyed in one swift second.
(via twrecks)
…I leave the existing comments there because I can’t phrase it any better without using the word “cunt” and I am far too classy for that.
(via tryphena)I can finally throw out my scraptastic magazines and put away my colored pencils. I finished bestfriend’s Bsetfriend Book and gave it to her today. It is filled with deliriously awesome inside jokes, terrible sketches, and pictures of John Darnielle and dinosaurs. I loved making it. I loved giving it away even more. I included the book Hipster Haiku and three mix CDs to keep her car stereo occupied. HAPPYEARLYBIRFDAYBESTFRIENDANDDON’TFORGETURAWESOME!
We swanky.
Please excuse my redundant birthdaylovebirthday post, but it’s pretty crucial.
Em’s actual/my early birthdays = two of the best days in recorded history.
I got a collagey/insidejokey/haikufilled notebook that I can’t stop looking at, plus those CDs and professionally written hipster haikus.
For her? A facebook video channeling Trace Adkins (don’t judge me), some qual art projects from my job this summer, a mix involving some epic hacking by a Belgian friend and a copy of Emerson’s essays that I hollowed out by hand.
Nahnahnahsomuchlove.
The Mountain Goats - No Children (live)
At the The Doug Fir Lounge in Portland, Oregon, June 10, 2006.
When I am singing along with my favorite version of No Children (From April, 2009 at the Buskirk-Chumley Theatre) I inadvertantly add in the “yeaah-yeah” before “Hand in unlovable hand,” based on this show.
Also, when he starts swinging the guitar up and down at 3:00, it’s obvious that he hopes I die because IT KILLS ME EVERY TIME.
[reminds me of Amelie…]
Really? BECAUSE THIS REMINDS ME OF MY APARTMENT.
Less than two weeks!!!111!
(via sabino)
Two days after I get back to school, and two days before classes start, a group of my nearest and dearest is daytripping the hell out of the beach.
Sheer excellence, I expect.
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