No Excuses

Dear Portland,
I feel horrible about my lack of communication. Really I truly do. Whenever I think about writing a new post I feel like it is going to be so much work. But what I forget is that when I was in Montana I wrote every night (nearly), regardless if what I had to say was interesting or not.

So with the new month, I will have a new outlook on blogging. JUST DO IT. Consider this my promise for communication reform.

My besty and I are going to be these two for tomorrow nights festivities.

Crossing the Great Genre Sea

Dear Portland,
Wow did you have a lot to offer me this week. As I said in my last post I went to see the Dirty Projectors on Tuesday. The novelty has not worn off, they were outstanding.

On Thursday I went up to NE Alberta St. for the Last Thursday festivities (as did almost every person on the world it felt like) and had some lovely conversations with some good friends and watched my second show for the week. A local band called Chervona. They are a very FunLOUDDanceRussianGypsyPolka, Punk band.
If you are intrigued, check them out.

ALSO! Last night I went to see First Aid Kit (swedish sisters singing indie folk adorableness). They are so damn cute and their English and songwriting abilities are not only impressive but absolutely beautiful.
A friend of mine who lives miles away happens to be obsessed with them as well. We have not talked in months (only letters) and have not shared music in a long time because of our distance; but somehow we are in deep mutual appreciation of this band. To hear one of my other favorite songs check out her blog.
The video below show them playing in the forest in Sweden. So sweet. 

p.s. Sorry about part of the video being cut off, my blog template is messing it up and I don't want to deal with it right now.