Saturday night I was flopped on the daybed in Tracy’s office when her girlfriend came in to flip through the music on her computer. “Ooo! Sparklehorse!” she said, and put them on. She stood up and pressed both of her palms to her sternum and said very earnestly, “I. Love. Sparklehorse.” After a few minutes of listening, I loved them, too. Tracy put them on my iPod so I could listen to them on the plane, and now I plan on buying their albums.
You can hear them, and other really good mellow, indie-rock sort of bands on my “omg! i’m a hipster!” Pandora radio station.
