After enduring one of the longest and most brutal winters the east coast has seen in years, festival season is almost upon us!!!
As much as we’d all like to kick off our shoes and enjoy every festy the summer has to offer, the reality is that with full-time jobs and bills to pay, most of us have to be a bit more selective about the ones we attend.
Because of this, Buntology has enlisted the help of five expert panelists to offer their infinite wisdom and expertise on the subject, and to make sure that YOU get the most bang for your buck this summer…
When I was a kid all I cared about was buying music.
Every week when I got paid from whatever dinky job I was working (solely to support this cd-purchasing habit), I would cash my check, head to the mall and salivate down the aisles of Best Buy until I picked out whatever obscure-ass shit my 7th grade self was listening to.
By the time I graduated high-school I had a massive music collection which I kept alphabetized in a humongous booklet. I was meticulous with my CDs; they were in perfect condition.
In college I was spoiled and able to get new music for free from the radio station I DJed at. This was around the same time that Metallica started ruining free music distribution for everybody- and my college campus didn’t allow file-sharing programs- so the radio station thing worked out nicely. Plus, being a college student meant I was way too poor to shell out $17.99 for an album that may or may not suck.
Now, at age 23, I’m in a position where I can afford to pay for my music. And with Itunes becoming the predominant (and reasonably priced!!!) way to get such things, I’m back on the cd-a-week bandwagon. Giddyup!
Check out what I’ve been digging on over the last few weeks…
ANGELA: “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.” Or, if you’re Colin and me, of all the delicious restaurants in all of New York City, we walked into the Village Crabhouse.
Nobody likes a Sunday evening. To soften the blow, Buntology thought it would dish out bites from the Big Apple collected throughout the course of the week. (And the puns don’t stop) … … …
1. On second thought, maybe Union Square wasn’t the best place to meet up on Saturday afternoon. Listen around 20 seconds in for me screaming at Colin into the phone, “I’m in it! I’m in it! Oh God!” in regards to the massive protest that was taking place.
The horns, hums, accented offbeats and smooth lyrical rap flow present in the 7-track EP serve as the perfect reggae/rap fare. In fact, if I close my eyes hard enough between the three stops from 86th to 14th street, it almost makes me think that the bead of sweat dripping down my back is due to dancing in a grassy field at a festival.