Baby, everything is alright, outta sightMet some great new friends through Cortney last night; we went to hear Triggers play Club Cafe, an experience that is redefining my belief about local bands populated by guys in their twenties. After years (years!) of patronizing friends' indie bands, it was refreshing to hear a group of guys play with cheery charisma. And talent. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for keyboards. Triggers plays peppy, sing-along-able pop with danceable bass lines, à la Elvis Costello, Dolour, or Maroon 5.
Also went to Soulcialism's third birthday party last night and snagged one of their mix CDs. Resisting the urge to dance this morning. And I've discovered that having the artists' names is not always a good thing; turns out one of my favorite Soulcialism standards is by, as the DJs put it, "Billy Freakin Ocean."