Piggietails are coming to the U.S. Not on tour, but on mpls ltd, the label. Spoilsport Records (Naarm/Melbourne, Australia) and mpls ltd are teaming up for a limited LP release of this excellent debut. The Spoilsport Bandcamp page mentions Yo La Tengo/jumble pop as inspiration. I would say it's a great combo of Richard Davies/The Moles with Aussie dolewave.
While you're at mpls ltd, check out their 12" reissue of The Perfect Garden - a late 1980s/early 1990s Dunedin, New Zealand band inspired by "the sound of the Jesus and Mary Chain, the Primitives, the Shop Assistants and Loop." They wanted to do something different from the Flying Nun sound and they did. But there is still Flying Nun in their DNA - they proudly played shows with The Bats and The 3Ds. This was originally released on CD through Failsafe Records.
I met this cutie when we were in Anaheim!! Loved her accessories and style!!! They reminded me of @vorutherford!!! #eyeball #ram #ring #ribbons #piggietails #chandelier #dangle #earrings #cute #kawaii #adorable #krasotka #Anaheim #target #adventures #fun
happy birthday, dahlia!! i hope you like this. its pretty dorky, but they're pretty dorky characters in the first place. hope it was good for ya.
Tommy told Mina to dress cute and he supposes that she has; he also supposes that the blush creeping onto his face just makes him look like a dweeb.
But she never picks on him. She twirls and curtsies in her dress, picking up the hem just slightly. It falls back around her knees and Tommy has to bow.
"Well. Shall we?" he asks.
"I think we shall, although you're being kind of cagey." she puffs out a cheek at that, though she doesn't really mind. Looping his arm through Mina's, he leads her out of the apartment and into the parking lot. Dusk in Seattle can be pretty, but he doesn't intend to spend it in Seattle.
Its this giant old monster of a vehicle, though not quite the monster trucks in those rallies that all the country boys love. There will be no jumping of school buses in this truck, and they certainly will not be on fire. As they approach it, he moves behind her to clamp a hand over her eyes.
"Can't see what's in the back, its a surprise."
"Curiouser and curiouser, Mr. Wagner."
With his other hand, he opens the passenger door and helps her up inside, only to stride around to the driver's side and climb up. He blinks. Mina squints and turns to him, but says nothing. Its not a serious look, so he can't help a laugh as he puts the keys in the ignition.
"What's that look for?"
"If you're shipping me off across the border to work in a Canadian maple syrup factory then you could have warned me."
"Minnie, oh my God." he's still snickering as he pulls out, "I'm sending you to Greenland."
"Is the back full of parkas?"
"You're good at this guessing thing."
When he turns on the radio, she takes it as a cue to trust him and stop fidgeting, stop asking questions. She keeps fidgeting, though, toying with her necklace and bracelets. Eventually she moves onto fiddling with the radio dial, and after he gets on a main road and makes two turns, she finds a station playing a song that makes them both squeal.
They sing along to Hey Ya loudly and shamelessly. Even as the bridge comes on and they're yelling "all right" repeatedly with the windows down, at a red light, she doesn't ask questions.
He's in a good mood, he's her cat husband, this is going to be okay.
But the curiosity comes back when he drives out of city limits.
"Seriously, where are we going?" she pipes.
"Guess I can tell you, now." he says and shrugs, "We're going to this little spot out in the country like, a few miles off, yet. Still can't tell you what's in the back though, so no peeking."
Mina huffs. Tommy huffs back. She huffs again and so does he, and this continues until she paps his face.
The drive from then out goes mostly silent. Sometimes she sings with the artists on the radio, keeping her gaze trained on the passing scenery. They move farther and farther from the city, from suburbs. It seems the more they drive, the more she wants to peek back.
But then Tommy stops. Or rather, he turns the truck off of the road - a road riddled with potholes - onto a field. It starts to get a little bumpy, naturally, traveling over grass and rocks and sticks. The field is mostly clear, maybe half an acre, with a few trees dotted here and there.
"What is this?"
"Hop out and look in the back, then."
He's all smiles at her, and climbs out of the truck after turning the radio up even louder. Mina follows suit and smooths out her dress. The grass reaches up her calves and its a little humid and warm; a great night for being out.
Mina peeks into the bed of the truck, feeling very much like there's buried treasure back there. What she gets isn't at all what she expects, although she didn't know what to expect in the first place. It makes her heart hurt a little, and a smile tugs at her lips.
Its full of pillows and blankets, arranged in a sort of nest. There's even a cooler in the middle, full of God knows what. Mina has to laugh as she circles around to climb up. Tommy pops the back down and assists her into the nest, then climbs up himself. He sits and crosses his legs, opening the cooler to hand her a Coke in a glass bottle.
From his keychain he pops the cap off and another for himself.
"Couldn't have beer since I'm driving," he says simply, still grinning. She just blinks.
"What's the occasion?"
Her voice comes out quiet, mellow, and she sips the soda.
"We're alive, its summer, Hey Ya just came on the radio, traffic was nice?"
Tommy's shoulders jerk upwards in a shrug and Mina thinks she very much wants to kiss him. She just smiles, sheepish, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ears. He pushes the cooler away, enough so he can lay back comfortably onto the pillows.
"Its just nice to get out of the city for a bit, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
Mina lays beside him, hands holding the bottle around her navel. His arm around her shoulders, he breathes deeply. Dusk gave way to night entirely, and the stars are much clearer without the lights and the smog of Seattle.
They're quiet, listening to the commercials and the top 40 songs that have undoubtedly been looped all day. She shifts closer.
"I'm glad for this." she mumbles, turning just a fraction to turn her radar on Tommy instead of the sky. "I'd like to do this more."
"With me or without me?" he jokes, and she can detect a bit of a tremble in his voice. That tremble that only comes out when he's nervous. Mina sits up and very deliberately pecks him on the lips. This does absolutely nothing to quell the trembling in his voice. He exhales a shaky laugh.
"With you, of course. I really think I'd follow you anywhere."
"Me too, Minnie." is all he says for a moment; he swallows thickly, laughs again and nods. Mina tries kissing him again, gentle, sweet; he's more responsive, shifting to lie on his side.
They kiss, intermittent, keeping their eyes shut tight in the seconds between contact. The roar of their hearts in their chests has now quieted to a steady thrum, just as hard.
But then Lady Gaga's Bad Romance comes on, and they both have to sit up to belt it out, miles away from their home and their beds and their obligations.
i'm gonna pick up some cocoa after work and make hot chocolate with marshmallows in those big pawprint mugs and we can talk about stuff, if you want to. <3
yeah! sounds good. i'm already home but i could scoot down to the store for snacks or whatever. <3
congratu fucking lations you are like the 9th 19-year old to follow my blog. your prize is this worthwhile piece of advice: do not even for a second believe ANYTHING Annie Leonhardt says about me!!!!
you seem to like cats so you're a-okay in my book, kid
