Fake Empire

I can't believe I haven't posted The National here yet, my favourite modern band.

Morose and miserable, they describe disillusion (and everything starting with 'dis') like no one else. Into the winter season we go:

Sing to the Moon

This is just amazing...

Music/Musing for a New Season

Learning to adapt to and accept a new season...

This is equivalent to being smacked in the face and embracing a ten-force wind of change! It'll blow the cobwebs right off:

September Sadness

I don't like September. Don't like the seasonal change. Lots of other changes. And the darkness coming in fast.