Justin Timberlake - Bigger Than The World (prod. by Timbaland). Sorry about the annoying DJ drops. Read about the Big Mike / DJ Neptune mixtape and sample new tracks from Usher, Rihanna, Chris Brown and more at Idolator.
I saw City & Colour on Saturday. It was phenomenal. The last time I saw Dallas Green was definitely in at an American Legion in Binghamton at an Alexisonfire show in probably 2003.
Shows like this one are the reason I go to shows. When you can’t stop looking straight ahead because you’re afraid you might miss a moment of something and you need to absorb it all. I can’t tell you the last time I had that feeling.
For some people meeting someone new, an awesome night out, a fantastic make-out session, or a really good meal will totally do it for them for weeks - it gives you that moment of bliss you can think back to and be completely and totally happy. While all those things are great and do definitely make me happy music has and I’m pretty sure always will be the thing that makes me most happy. And while music can and has broken my heart it’s in the purest and best possible way… not all of the things on the above list end up being that kind. And for me the thing that I’ve always loved so much about shows is the shared experience - I’m standing here with 400 other people who understand and get why this is important to me.
“Enough has been made out of the cool side of the pillow. Enough with it. It’s just an unused side, nothing more and nothing less. A pillow with potential. It’s just lying there, naked by the headboard. Plenty has been made about the empty warmth of the bed too. The side of the bed, previously occupied, just recently deserted for a different bed. It’s never meant a better bed, necessarily, just a different one, one with different sheets and blankets, different pillows for sure and without question, a different person to share it with. Plenty has been made out of how that warm, oblong shape of space that we can run our hands over and get burnt by the touch is like an obscenity to behold, to have to behold. There’s no way around it. It’s not the same as the warm spot that gets left in the mornings, when the alarm clocks beckon our better half away to an appointment or a job. This is the permanent kind of heat loss. It’s there and then it’s gone like a vapor, the scent of those limp, resting limbs and necks still reeks like betrayal and love, more love, no – more betrayal.”—Bon Iver Daytrotter Session