Downhill Music v.01

Alright, here’s the deal. As some of you may be aware, I loves me some mp3 blogs. So in that vein, I’m going to try and institute MagSits first ever (get ready for it) WEEKLY FEATURE. For now, I’ll call it Downhill Music and the idea is that on either Thursday or Friday (on the downhill side of the week, get it?) I’ll throw up some links to a few tunes that are legally available out there on the interwebs. If people seem to like it, perhaps I’ll try and do it more often. Of course, I will be very interested to hear your opinions of the music and any suggestions you might have, so (please) leave lots of comments.

Also, I will try and link directly to the music files themselves, so be aware (especially if you’re at work or something) that when you click on the link, the song will start playing immediately.

Now without further ado:

Light Saber by ballboy
I am least familiar with these guys and honestly, I haven’t been blown away by other stuff of theirs that I have listened to, but I love this song. Something about the lines “You dreamt of Princess Leia / Different ways you could save her / And then save yourself” make me happy and sad at the same time.

They’ve also got the song with one of the best titles I’ve ever heard. It’s called, “I Lost You, But I Found Country Music.” Not surprisingly (if you know my tastes), they are from Scotland.


Your Little Hoodrat Friend by The Hold Steady
This is topical, especially for the Lost fans out there. On last night’s episode, during one of the Hurly flashbacks, we saw Hurly ask the girl who worked in the record store out on a date. He invited her to a Hold Steady concert. Of course, she said yes.

I don’t see The Hold Steady as great date music, but whatever. It’s probably best to think of the album as a novella that tells of the trials and redemption of Holly, the hoodrat in the title. This would be about chapter three, so it’s out of context – but a great song nonetheless.


Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
In direct contrast to ballboy, naming things doesn’t seem to be this band’s strong suit at all. But I have yet to hear a single song that disappoints. They made a huge splash in the blogosphere a few months ago and have since moved from unknown to anchoring a space on Rolling Stones Hot List. Also, though the band claims to hail from Brooklyn (yawn), the lead singer, Alec Ounsworth (he of THAT voice) is a native Philly boy.
UPDATE: As it turns out, this band is so hip right now, there is even the requisite McSweeney’s joke.