While we were down at SxSW last month, one of the bands we watched for about half a song was The Belle Brigade. I posted a photo, misspelled their name (oops!), and we moved on. I described them as excessively earnest (they were!), but in a landscape full of folk bands, we wanted to see something else.
Even though we walked out on them, I'm back in Seattle, my endless quest for honesty and sweetness continues. I downloaded their record anyways last week, it's just on the edge of spring time, and I can't stop singing along to this track.
I just fell in love.
We spent some time over brunch today talking about mandolins (so hot right now) (plus I want one) (and I played on a beautiful one today - $1600!!) and this folk rock moment we're all stuck in, and tried to figure out how much longer it's going to last (long enough to invest in a mandolin?)
I don't think it matters because I'm not sick of it yet.
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