As you read this post, please think of me. Currently, I am most likely coming close to freezing to death in a crude, handmade wikiup with 10 other high school seniors. My Adventure Ed II camping trip is this weekend. And we go hard. This isn’t your “let’s sleep in a tent with sleeping bags” camping trip, as it is very possible that, as you read this, I am making a pillow of a rock or some small animal that I caught with my teeth earlier in the day.
Anyway, as mentioned previously, there’s a very high probability that I’m freezing my ass off at this very moment in time. (Due to the power of the internet, I was able to delay this entry from being posted until today. The same thing goes for tomorrow’s). I’m sure that I am in desperate need of some warmth, and I’m going to do my best to channel the good vibes found in Real Estate’s Days.
What we have here is some solid, beach-ready surf rock. It’s not the particularly fast-paced kind. Real Estate elects to keep things fairly slow and smooth, but makes up for what it lacks in tempo with plenty of energy and some solid instrumentation. Dreamy, reverb-laden vocals dominate this album, and provide for a fairly relaxing listening experience. Days instantly calls warmer times to mind, and if I can keep this record in mind for the next few days, my journey of all-around bad-assery will be a tad more manageable. Even if it includes sleeping on a rock.
Swole Ear 
Thanks. Bad-assery is my new favorite word. I liked the song okay. The dog in the video is cute. I like when he eats the hot dog.
Mr. Ear, 36 years and one month earlier, Bob Marley felt your pain and sang this song for you in Chicago: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plfLire0xUU Not getting your cancerous toe operated on, now that is bad-ass.
The song reminded me of an 80s tune (no, not synth pop) that I had not heard or thought about in a long time: a product of Prince’s alleged lust for Suzanna Hoffs of the Bangles: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAZgLcK5LzI