Showing posts with label Bag Raiders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bag Raiders. Show all posts

Monday, November 21, 2011

Bag Raiders + The Ting Tings + SBTRKT + Frank Ocean


Yea, Diplo wears turtlenecks. No, I don't care. Know who went super HB on turtlenecks? Jerry Seinfeld. That dude? That dude was a don. I mean no knock on Diplo. He's a fabulous DJ and producer and label bro and blah, blah, blah. But Jerry Seinfeld? He's the king. What a funny guy. Right? Like. That TV show ting he did? Seinfeld? Funny little show, no? I dunno. I'm watching it right now. Dunno why I'm awake at 8 AM. Anyways, Jerry crushed the turtleneck game. Cool guy.

The Ting Tings - Silence - Bag Raiders Remix by the-ting-tings

Know what's really, truly awful? OK. So I really, really wanna go to Taylor Swift's show at MSG tonight. Or the show tomorrow night. I mean, whichever. Same to me, you know? But both shows are sold out. And I have approximately zero connects in the country music world. So guest list? Psh. Not in the cards, it seems. Why do bad things happen to such spectacular people?

Frank Ocean - Thinking Bout You (edit) by sbtrkt

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Bag Raiders + Flight Facilities


So I caught Bag Raiders live a few months ago. It was super awesome, blah, etc. And they're back in NYC tonight. At Tammany Hall. With the Popshop crew. For whom I DJ once a month. And. I'm. Beyond. Excited. I'm going to black out on nostalgia and daydream about Australian girls for a solid two or three hours. Easily.

Anywho, here's a song. It's by Flight Facilities. It has nothing to do with Bag Raiders. But it's good. And I like it. Goodnight.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Bag Raiders


Devoted Panda Toes fans may or may not know that I spent ten weeks or so studying and working and interning and such in Sydney a few years back. And goodness me, the things I'd do to get back to Australia. The weather? Great. The music? Even better. The girls? Are you kidding me? Don't even get me started on the girls. And you mean to tell me that some of the aforementioned girls will even get all gushy and such because they think this weird Texas-Midwest hybrid accent of mine is dreamy? Yes please.

Anywho. I went to see Bag Raiders last night, and it was. Well. Australia-ey. I get embarrassingly idealistic and start to romanticize January 2008-March 2008 any time I get a whiff of Australia. Totally forget the fist-sized cockroaches and the not having any money thing and all that jazz. Just remember the weather and the music and the girls. So I mean I'm sure the show was great, but I was too busy daydreaming about Australian girls to really notice. Like the lyrics to this chorus? Yea, something along those lines plays in my head every time I see an Australian girl. I'm so hopeless.



Also, is "Snake Charmer" not one of the most swag songs ever? Seriously.