Fridays are my favorite day of the week, because I can put on my weekend pants and listen through a plethora of new music. Many of the songs that come out on Fridays don’t have a strong lasting impact on me; unless it is a single or an album from an artist who’s been quiet for awhile, it usually comes and goes. When I saw a collaborative single between Leon Bridges and John Mayer released in early April, I assumed it would follow the aforementioned “path to obscurity.” But from the first four notes, it had an unrelenting grip on my ear. It wasn’t a groovy bassline, it wasn’t a catchy chorus, and it wasn’t a shredding guitar lick that caught my attention. I’ve heard those exact four notes before.
Seniors in high school all follow the exact same train of thought: My music taste is hot. Looking back on my favorite albums in high school, I can safely say That’s a crock of hot shit.
I wear corduroy shirts and grey plaid pants, I listen to Khruangbin and Avantdale Bowling Club, I go to house shows to see unsigned artists perform, I drink bubbly rosé out of a can and I think I’m better than everybody else for doing the above. By this definition, I am an indie bro.