Crunching Numbers: Local Natives.

yesssssssssssssssssssssss.

When I moved to New York,  I exclusively listened to Local Natives' four songs on MySpace, on repeat, for three weeks straight. There were no CDs to order, couldn't find anywhere to download tracks, and they only had streaming tunes available and the handful of songs available from their Daytrotter session a few months before. I sat in the tiny NYU dorm I was staying at until my lease started, perched over one of those wooden college desks in an uncomfortable chair with a blue, dirty cushion and listened over and over to "Airplanes" and "World News" while wishing I could fly back home and see them play in Midwestern barns on Daytrotter's tour.

It's been months and months, but I'm pretty sure I love their music just as much as I did then.

Much deserved, much enjoyed.

A TRAVESTY.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO. If I wasn't running out of produce i would throw tomatoes at my computer.

West Whine

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