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dan auerbach inspired spring style

i have a bit of a dude crush on dan auerbach of the black keys.  we share the same affinity for red wing boots, nashville eateries, and good denim.  oh, and he makes kick ass music.  if i were rock star, i would treat my style the same way dan does: “the shit that i put on when i wake up every day is the shit that i wear on stage.”  with that said, i’ve put together an auerbach inspired kit for the spring.  i guess it’s time to add some short sleeve snap button western shirts to my arsenal.  after all, i do live in the snap button western shirt capital of the world.

levi’s short sleeve western shirt

gant rugger jean jacket

imogene + willie barton rigid jeans

oliver peoples sunglasses

frye emmett inside zip boots

top 10 albums of 2011 (or the ones i listened to the most)

i had lunch with a friend last week and he asked me what i had been listening to lately.  i gave him three albums: pearl jam vs., pearl jam vitalogy, and the smashing pumpkins siamese dream.  i figured he’d make some joke about it being 2011, but instead he said, “that’s amazing.  you’re listening to music from 20 years ago.”  that’s when it hit me: either new music is incredibly boring or i’m getting older and finding relief in the music that shaped my teenage years.  whatever the reason, 2011 was a down year for new music.  i did manage to find a few diamonds in the rough and here they are:

10. the weeknd house of balloons – not sure where the weeknd came from but i hope he makes music for a very long time.  “the morning” is on constant rotation in my car.  makes me feel cooler than i really am.

9. girls father, son, holy ghost – a stellar follow up to their debut album.  sounds like surf music from the 1960s.  be sure to check out “honey bunny” and “vomit.”

8. my morning jacket circuitalcircuital is full of everything: uppers, downers, and in-betweeners.  when i reviewed it in may, i called it an “instant classic.”  i stand by that.  “holdin’ on to black metal” really whoops my ass with a belt.

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