box of stones.

someone once asked me why i tend to like "sad b*stard" music. well, mostly, (allegedly), i am an abnormally peppy-type person (goth cheerleader, remember?), and i guess songs like this make me feel kind of a lovely, bittersweet, twisty yearning. the very british benjamin francis leftwich makes songs just like that - it doesn't hurt that he is a lyrical genius from york, england, who cites the fantastic arcade fire as an inspiration.

(and yes, i do have a sad b*stard playlist going. if you want me to send it to you, i can.)