I’d like to start making a habit of breaking up my regular blog-programming by talking about other stuff. I know I post about dogs and travel sometimes, but sometimes there’s something that I want to write about but end up feeling like this isn’t the right venue. But then I realized: the great thing about being the creator, sole writer, editor, photographer, and asshole behind this blog is that I can do whatever the fuck I want. And what I want is to sometimes write about stuff that I find beautiful or funny or interesting. Stuff that inspires me. Stuff I like.
There are few things I like more than my amazing friend Juliet Gordon and, more recently, her amazing band, The Classical. I’ve mentioned Juliet a couple times on the blog, like when she was part of my first Bertoia chair purchase and my street-found shell chair (she’s my lucky charm, I swear it.), but I never really talked about how terrific she is. We met in high school, but for some reason we really only became good friends at some point after we graduated, and then we became really good friends a couple years ago when she came to live in New York for about six months. Those six months were kind of the best ever.
Here’s a very fancy, very not-sober photo shoot we did one night in my Manhattan kitchen, you know, like you do. I don’t know what I’m doing with that curtain either.
Juliet is really a person who inspires me to just fucking go for it when I need a good push every now and then to pursue the things I want. I like having friends like that. But aside from being my close friend and confidant, she’s also an incredibly talented musician. When Juliet moved back to Colorado, she went ahead and formed a band called The Classical and they made an album. A really fucking good album.
Not to sound too fan-boyish about my own friend, but The Classical has been on constant rotation on my iPhone for months, and with school starting up again and my time on the subway increasing exponentially, it’s about to get even more plays. I know nothing technical about music whatsoever, so I won’t even make an ass out of myself trying to stumble awkwardly through a music review—I just know what I like when I hear it. And so maybe that’s all I really need to say: I like it. And maybe you will, too.
If you like what you hear in the video above, I suggest you scoot your way over to go download the whole album. You can pay what you wish, too. I bought it for $10 because I figured that’s what an album on iTunes usually costs, but you can pay more or less or nothing at all, if you want. Hippies and their free-spirit pricing.
Think of how cool you will be knowing about this rad new band that other people probably don’t know about (yet). Go show everybody how much better you are than them by downloading yourself some good music. You won’t regret it.