Month: January 2014 (Page 2 of 2)

Not (Quite) Time To Freak Out

Tonight the Kansas Jayhawks officially begin pursuit of their 10th straight Big 12 conference championship. Despite an immensely talented roster, that quest seems rife with concern at the moment.

There’s no denying it: the season has been disappointing so far. Disappointing, not a disappointment. While it’s been far from worst-case – the Duke and Georgetown games were fun – I think this season has been a textbook example of the perils of running a team full of freshmen and limited experience sophomores out against tough competition.

Take Sunday’s loss to San Diego State, for example. KU played awful on offense much of the day. They had no business being in the game late, yet they made some big plays on defense, labored through on offense, and cut an 11-point deficit down to 1 with seconds to play. They could have been tied, or even ahead, were it not for the continuing refusal to block out Aztec players and SDSU scoring most of their late points on put-backs and second-chance opportunities. I think a team full of juniors and seniors wouldn’t have made those mistakes.1

That’s just one example. To me, it’s not so much whether some of the incoming players were over-hyped by the recruiting gurus, the media, and fans once they committed to KU. Rather, the struggles this year are all about having a roster of clueless young pups with no anchor to settle them down. There’s no Travis Releford, no Jeff Withey, no Sherron Collins. No older, steady guys who helped freshmen of the past settle in.

Unfortunately the team also lacks solid point guard play and the guys recruited to be shooters can’t get on the court. I think those are the two biggest long-term impediments to another Big 12 title and a deep run in March.

But a quick look at some individuals.

  • Andrew Wiggins. Yes, he’s not lived up to the hype. Yes, he’s not even been as good, consistently, as Ben McLemore or Xavier Henry. But he’s still been the best player on the team. He’s become very good on the defensive end. You can tell he’s getting more comfortable. He just needs a few outside shots to fall and his stats would look better. He also needs a point guard who can get him the ball in position to score. The four losses are not on him. I’ve heard some suggestions that KU should skip guys like Wiggins in the future. Those people are insane. By every account, Wiggins has been great off-the-court. He hasn’t pouted on the court. And, remember, he was a May signee. If Bill Self had lost his mind and said, “Sorry, Andrew, we’re not interested in you playing for us,” there was no other player out there KU could have signed who would have started this season. KU would have more losses without Wiggins than they have with him.

  • Joel Embiid. Kind of funny how, after the summer of Wiggins hype, there is a freshman on the team who is doing ridiculous things every game that we’ve never seen before. It’s just Embiid instead of Wiggins who has us in awe. I’m totally in love with this kid. There aren’t that many 7-footers out there anymore who aren’t plodders. Jojo isn’t just a throw-back to the glory days of the 7-foot anchor. He’s a ridiculously talented guy who you never know what will do next. I wish Wiggins could stay more than one year. I’m down right mad Embiid is going to be playing in the NBA next year. We won’t see a guy like him in a KU uniform again for ages.

  • Wayne Selden. A definite disappointment. He was supposed to be a tough, athletic guy to throw on the opposite wing of Wiggins. Or, perhaps, a lock-down defender who could give the opposing point guard fits. He’s not been good anywhere yet. He seems best suited to being the emotional center of this team. I think he’s going to settle in eventually, which could do wonders for the rest of the team.

  • Bill Self is a great recruiter. He’s consistently missed, though, on point guards in recent years. That really shows this season. Elijah Johnson was not a true point, but he was big and athletic, something Self’s best teams have always had. Naadir Tharpe and Frank Mason are both smallish, not super fast, and struggle to get to the rim. Neither has shot well, either, allowing defenders to sag off them. This team would be much better if it had a Tyshawn Taylor-type running the point who pushed tempo, took the ball to the rim constantly, and was throwing lobs from all over the place. Which is ironic since Taylor took all kinds of grief, not entirely undeserved, during his four years at KU. Now we want him back.

  • Andrew White III, Brannen Greene, and Conner Frankamp are all supposed to be great shooters. They can’t get on the court to prove it. Which is a shame, as none of the starters have done a thing from beyond the arc. Point guard play and outside shooting, more than Wiggins et al not living up to the hype, will be the reason this team doesn’t make a deep run in March. Sadly, KU’s Big 12 schedule is a beast up-front, so I don’t see any of these guys getting more than a handful of minutes unless someone really flips a switch in practice and carries that over to games.

KU has been incredibly fortunate in recent years, postponing rebuilding years several times. Sherron Collins refused to allow 2009 to be a rebuilding year. The Morrii kept 2011 from being a rebuilding year. Thomas Robinson and Tyshawn Taylor kept 2012 from being a rebuilding year. Jeff Withey and Ben McLemore kept last year from being a rebuilding year.

The hope was that Andrew Wiggins would keep this year from being a rebuilding year. And maybe he still will. I’m not writing the season off just yet. This team will still make the NCAA tournament, assuming they avoid a disaster of some sort. They might even be a top-four seed if they can fix some things. But I think Wiggins’ and Embiid’s true impacts will be disguising that this is, indeed, a rebuilding year for KU.

KU fans needs to quit whining that Wiggins is not the next Kevin Durant or Michael Beasley, which were unrealistic comparisons to begin with. Instead, enjoy him while he’s here. Because after he’s been in the NBA a couple years and developed into a very good, maybe even great, player, he’ll be announced as having come from the University of Kansas.

It’s also a good moment to scale back the expectations for the team. Maybe they can out-slug Baylor, Iowa State, and Oklahoma State and win another Big 12 title. You generally have a decent idea of a team’s identity and what they’re capable of by mid-January. As they play now, the Jayhawks aren’t good enough team to challenge that group for the Big 12 title. They have some great parts. But until those parts perform consistently, and are in synch, I think they’re going to take some more lumps in the conference schedule.

I’m going to keep watching, though. Embiid will continue to make me laugh with joy a couple times a game. Wiggins will show sparks, and dominate a few games before the year is over. There will be nights Perry Ellis is unstoppable. Naadir Tharpe gets hot from deep a couple times a month, which opens things up all over the court. I have a feeling Wayne Selden and Brannen Greene will have a couple games where everything clicks and they make us say, “That’s what we’ve been expecting!”

In other words, it might be a (slightly) down year, but…

Rock Chalk, bitches.


  1. By the way, I loved watching San Diego State. LOVED them. They are a modern take on my favorite college basketball lineup: a bunch of long, athletic, interchangeable parts who play really hard, and play really smart, too. They remind me of an updated, less heralded version of the 1989 Illinois team. Steve Fisher, one of the all-time underrated coaches, has a top ten recruiting class coming in next year. He’s building something terrific down there. 

December Books

I read 55 books in 2013. Not bad. Not bad at all. Here’s the last of the bunch.

A Christmas Story – Jean Shepherd
You Better Not Cry: Stories for Christmas – Augusten Burroughs
Shepherd’s work is an annual tradition for me. Before I can watch the movie, I have to go back and read the original essays it was based on. And, each Christmas season, I try to include at least one new holiday book. Burroughs’ collection of holiday-themed essays was this year’s selection. I’ve read and enjoyed Burroughs’ work in the past. This, however, was a chore to get through. It wasn’t loaded with Christmas spirit, or even a fun take-down of the holiday. Rather, it was more about the highs and lows of Burroughs’ life, episodes that just happened to occur around the holidays.

Perhaps I would have enjoyed it in different circumstances, but it didn’t fit my tastes this December.

Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore: A Novel – Robin Sloan
I’m debating whether to put together a list of my favorite books I read in 2013. If I did, though, this would be high on the list. It’s full of things I love.

Clay is an out-of-work web developer in San Francisco who stumbles upon an old bookstore with a Help Wanted sign in the window. After a brief meeting with the eccentric, elderly owner, Clay is given the overnight shift. Which is odd because there are almost no customers, day or night. But the customers who do come in are a series of regulars who check out, not buy, books from a mysterious area not open to the public.

Eventually Clay begins snooping around and, with the help of his special effects artist roomate, Google-employed girlfriend, and techno millionaire best friend, attempts to crack the ancient code hidden within the books these odd customers are checking out.

It’s a mystery, techno-thriller, fantasy, and even metaphysical novel all wrapped into one. And it’s a lot of fun.

Gilead: A Novel – Marilynne Robinson
A book that has been on my To Read list for ages, partially because it won both a Pulitzer and a National Book award. But also because parts of it take place in Kansas before, during, and after the Civil War. That’s right, there’s an honest-to-goodness Jayhawker in the story! An ancillary character is even said to have “gone to college in Lawrence” and then “married a German girl from Indianapolis.” S. is 1/4 German, so that was kind of fun.

It is an autobiography of sorts. It is a letter from John Ames, an elderly preacher in Gilead, Iowa, to his seven-year-old son, written in 1957. Ames struggles with a heart condition and wants to put the story of his life, as well as his father’s and grandfather’s, onto paper so the family history won’t be lost to his son when he passes.

The family story is rich. His grandfather was a preacher in Abolitionist Kansas, using the power of the pulpit to rally his congregation to fight against the evils of slavery. His father, also a minister, took a more pacifist path, preaching against World War I and arguing that all conflict was immoral.

Also part of the story is the reappearance of John Ames Boughton, namesake of Ames and adult son of his best friend. Boughton brings a new set of family conflicts and dilemmas into the memoir.

I found the story, and Robinson’s writing style, to be a bit tedious. Nothing about the story completely engaged me, no element pushed it forward at a brisk pace. There is the hint of something sinister beneath much of the story, but when the truth comes out, it is far from dark and dangerous. Disappointing all around.

Bleeding Edge – Thomas Pynchon
Ahh, another 9/11 novel. After hearing all the hype for this, and knowing that Pynchon was an Important author, I expected something more like Gilead: dense, difficult to read, every word weighted with allegory, metaphor, or religious significance.

Instead I got a delightful, hilarious, smart, and hip romp through the New York of 2001, both before and after the terrorist attacks.

It centers on Maxine Turnow, a street-smart, sarcastic, very-New York fraud investigator and her various links to the Silicon Alley tech scene of NYC. In the course of her investigations, she finds money from New York firms working its way to Islamic terrorist groups in the Middle East. She receives a DVD showing men preparing to shoot down planes flying over New York. She crosses paths with a former CIA agent who, at first glance, appears to have been responsible for the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands, in South and Central America during the Reagan years. She meets wacko Russians, a conspiracy theory loving Jewish grandma, and all kinds of other characters.

Bleeding Edge doesn’t anwswer any questions about 9/11. In fact, it can lead you to believe it’s pushing one of several conspiracy theories. Rather, it’s a statement about a moment in time in the history of New York.

It’s a fun, funny, entertaining read. However, it is rather light on plot. And it feels like a novel someone who knows New York well would appreciate more. Slightly disappointing but still gets my recommendation.

A Foot

There’s no two ways about it: this sucks.

Over a foot of snow. Windchills are currently -40. There are travel bans all over the area, meaning unless you have an emergency or you’re on your way to a shelter, you can be arrested for taking your car onto a road. And worst of all, M. and C.’s holiday break was extended a day. It’s too cold to send them outside, we can’t drive to a mall or the library, and we’re all sick of each other.

Fun times!

Not sure what our exact snowfall total was here at blog headquarters. When we went out to shovel for the fourth time at about 7:00 last night, the wind was beginning to kick up and it was hard to make an accurate measurement. I walked out into the middle of our cul-de-sac and the snow was over the mid-point of my lower leg, which would be between 12-13”. If the weathermen are to be trusted this is both the second-biggest snowstorm in Indianapolis history, and the coldest weather in over 20 years.

As I said, this sucks.

The girls had fun in it yesterday. Before the cold hit, they got to go outside three different times. The first 9” or so was thick, heavy snow that was perfect for packing. They made a huge snowman at their aunt and uncle’s house around the corner. Then they came home and started packing snow in the front yard with the neighbors. Their fort ended up having two lumps in it, so they decided to call it snow buns. Last night, while the girls were watching a movie in the basement, S. packed the buns down so they were a single mound of snow.

“I just didn’t want to hear about snow buns anymore.”

Our girls talk about butts, buns, and bottoms constantly, so I approved of the move.

First thing this morning, though, C. looked outside and yelped, “The snow buns are gone!”

I hope our friends across the Midwest are surviving this storm safely. And I’ll be thinking good thoughts for us all that our kids are back in school tomorrow.

I Am An Idiot

A – Many of you have been saying I’m an idiot for a long time.
B – Chiefs fan, you might want to skip this one.


I’ve been claiming, for years, that I’ve shed many of my sports superstitions. And that’s true to a point. Back in the glory days of my superstition-dom, game days involved elaborate ceremonies of picking the correct clothes, going through proper pre-game activities, finding the correct seat, saying and thinking the proper things before the game, and so on.

It’s all that shit I’ve (mostly) dumped. When the games begin, though, I can still be quite the freak. I change seats at halftime to try to improve my team’s luck. If my team is playing well, I won’t move, even if that means I have to sit in the same uncomfortable position for an hour-straight. Do I really need to use the restroom? Because we just scored ten straight points and I’d hate to ruin that.1 I’m convinced Michigan made their comeback against KU last March because I switched beers late in the game.

So I still have some issues.

And those issues reared their ugly head Saturday.

When the Colts-Chiefs game went to halftime, with the Chiefs leading 31-10, I flipped the TV over to Netflix and told the girls they could pick a movie. I was done. It’s one thing for the Colts to get embarrassed at home in the playoffs. It’s another for it to happen against the Chiefs, my hometown team that I never had much love for.

They kicked off a movie, I grabbed my Kindle and started reading. After about 20 minutes I checked the score. Hey! The Colts scored. But, wait a minute. They’re still down 21. I scrolled back through the game summary to see Andrew Luck had thrown a quick interception and the Chiefs cashed it in for another TD.

Back to my book.

I checked a while later. The Colts had cut it to 14.

Normally, when I turn a game off in disgust and my team begins coming back, I start doing mental math. “If they get within XX points, I’m turning the game back on.” I did not go through that process Saturday. Even with the Chiefs’ long history of playoff heartbreak, I didn’t think there was a way they would blow this game.

At next check it was down to 10. The girls’ movie was just about over and I realized I might have a dilemma. The Colts had played like shit when I was watching and had just cut a huge deficit down to a reasonable one. Could I turn this game back on, and risk blowing it?

Uh-oh. Now it was three points.

We took the girls up to bed and I checked again. The Chiefs kicked a field goal to stretch it to six. In the 30 seconds it took to walk back down to the basement, Luck hit T.Y. Hilton and the Colts were up one.

I groaned and yelped and cursed.

S. gave me a look.

“The Colts are coming back and because of my stupid rules, I can’t turn the TV back on,” I muttered.

She just shook her head.

“They’re ahead! They were down 28 points! And I can’t turn it back on because I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Sounds like a dumb rule to me,” she said. “Seems like it’s a good way to miss a great game.”

I checked the score one more time. The Chiefs were driving.

“See, now I can’t turn it on. If I do, and the Chiefs score, it clearly has something to do with me watching.”

“I’ve told you this many times, baby…You’re. Not. In. The. Game.”

I stared at my phone screen, waiting to see how the Chiefs’ drive ended. The moment I saw they had turned the ball over on downs, I flipped the TV on. Thanks to the delay on Yahoo, I only saw the Colts running off the field in celebration. Which served me right.

What a game, what a comeback, what an amazing entry in both the Colts’ history and Andrew Luck’s personal story. You can argue, next to the Super Bowl win and the comeback in the AFC title game that year, this is the third biggest Indy sports moment since we moved here. And I fucking missed it because of my stupid, idiotic superstitions.

So yeah, I’m an idiot.

 


  1. That’s right, we. 

NFL Playoff Predictions

Our girls keep using the word “awkward” incorrectly. For example, earlier this week we ran into their Uncle D at the grocery store and then him again with Aunt J walking their dog through the neighborhood the next day. Both times the girls kept shouting, “AWKWARD!” I had to explain that awkward means uncomfortable, weird, strange, not just an expression surprise. So it’s not awkward to run into people you want to see. I still don’t think they get it.

They may learn a better example of awkward if the Colts don’t sell 3,000-some tickets today and their Wild-Card Round playoff game with the Chiefs is blacked-out here tomorrow. That’s going to be seriously awkward, although as of this morning, it sounds like “Crazy” Jim Irsay will make sure the tickets are purchased before the deadline.

Which brings up a weird thing: why are three NFL playoff games, one in Green Bay, under threat of being blacked-out? Cincinnati is explainable, as they’ve had trouble selling tickets for years. The Colts are very strange, as they’ve sold out all but one game over the past decade. But Green Bay, with their 30-year waiting list for season tickets?

I don’t know if it’s about economic health, the price of tickets, the weather, the lure of staying home to watch, over-exposure of the NFL, too close to the holidays, or what. Because all those explanations were just as, if not more, valid in recent years. So I’m not going to try to figure out the answer. I’m just going to hope the tickets here get sold so I can sit in my warm basement and watch the game tomorrow. And avoid awkwardness.

AFC

Wild-Card Round
Indy over KC
Not offered with much confidence. I hoped, when it looked like the Chiefs-Colts matchup of two weeks ago would be a playoff preview, that the Chiefs would roll that day, giving the Colts some kind of revenge factor to go with home field. The Colts decided to flip the script, though, which has me worried. The Colts have hammered the 49ers, beat the Seahawks, and held off the Broncos. They’ve also been crushed by the Rams, Cardinals, and Bengals. The Chiefs beat the Eagles before they were the hottest team in football and then feasted on bad teams. One 11-win team is not like the other.
Close, but the Colts win again.

Cincinnati over San Diego
San Diego shouldn’t be here in the first place. And it’s looking like a blizzard will be blowing through Cincy during the game. They have no shot and the Bengals finally get a playoff win.

Divisional Round
New England over Cincinnati
I know it gets old, but it’s kind of incredible what the Pats have done this year. Look at them on paper and they’re not a very good team. Well, not 2-seed good. But where the Colts and Bengals tripped in key games in mid-season, the Pats just kept rolling. The Bengals, giddy after finally advancing past the first round, will keep it close for a half then fade.

Denver over Indianapolis
Luck-Manning Bowl II!!! Both teams have serious injury issues, Denver on defense and Indy everywhere. Peyton has never played well in a cold weather, outdoor playoff game. The Colts D just isn’t good enough to do what New England and Baltimore have done to Peyton over the years in January, though.

Conference Championship
Denver over New England
Brady-Manning Bowl 8,000!!! Ugly game and I have a feeling Denver’s running game wins it rather than Peyton’s arm. My boy Aqib Talib will have at least one pick but three personal fouls as well and likely either be ejected or explode in a ball of pure rage, hate, and iffy pharmaceuticals.

NFC
Wild Card Round
Philly over New Orleans
We all know the Saints can’t win on the road or outdoors, so this is a no-brainer, right? Wrong. I think this is more about the Eagles being red-hot right now that all the history attached to the Saints.

San Francisco over Green Bay
Won’t be the blow out of last year, but Green Bay isn’t good enough on defense to pull this out. Unless there’s a blizzard at Lambeau, which would change things…

Divisional Round
Seattle over San Francisco
Best current rivalry in football. Just don’t think the 49ers are healthy or locked-in enough to hang this year.

Philly over Carolina
The two hottest teams in the game. I have more faith in all the good karma around the Eagles than the good karma around the Panthers. Which is probably completely wrong.

Conference Championship
Seattle over Philly
Blow-out city, baby!

Super Bowl
Seattle over Denver
Cold weather, outside, Peyton in a big game against a brutal defense. Low-scoring, turnover-filled as Seattle grabs their first Super Bowl title.
Seahawks 23, Denver 15

Fun With Regional Accents

In case you missed it over the holidays, the New York Times had a fun quiz that, based on the words you use for certain terms and how you pronounce those words, shows how you compare to people across the country.

The first time I took this, my most similar cities were Denver and Aurora, CO and Albuquerque, NM. Later I read that it works best if you use the words and pronunciations you grew up with. For example, while now I pronounce the stuff that’s in the center of some candies “care-uh-mel,” I grew up saying “car-mul.” I went back and re-did the quiz, correcting that and a couple other answers. My new most similar cities? Kansas City, Overland Park, and St. Louis.

Genius!

The least similar cities are really more fun. It’s amusing that a cluster of cities in New England are my least similar ones, since I LOVE speaking in a fake Boston accent.

How Y’all, Youse and You Guys Talk

Final Holiday Wrap Up

Happy New Year! We woke to 4-5” of new snow on the ground, with even more predicted for Saturday night. The girls are excited. I’m excited I can finally get them outside of the house for awhile.

With apologies to all the fans of Epiphany out there, the holiday season has officially ended. Yesterday we took our tree to the recycling pile at the park and packed up all our decorations. That does not mean I can’t empty out the notebook and share a few more holiday stories with you.

As we were taking the tree down, L. began calling it Cathy. Soon the other two were doing the same. They would run into the living room, touch the branches and say, “Oh, I’m going to miss you so much, Cathy!” “Good bye, Cathy!” “We love you, Cathy!” And so on. As the family Christmas tree expert, I admired their devotion to the tree. But, I also wondered, why give it a name the last day we have it? Shouldn’t they have named it back in November?

The girls each received a total of $25 from various relatives over the holidays. They were begging us to spend it – apparently all the new gear they picked up on Christmas day was not enough – so we took them to Toys R Us Tuesday evening.

The best way to describe Toys R Us on New Years Eve is that it reminded me of one of the old Mad Max movies. The place was a wreck. Shelves were half-empty. Nothing was organized. There were all kinds of items on display that had been returned, with bits of tape and wrapping paper on them. Some boxes had even been opened and crudely taped back together. Other items had apparently been lost back in storage, and were covered in dust, brought out in an attempt to fill some of the empty shelf space. There were rows of items with no price tags on them.

I guess they don’t restock and clean up the place until after New Years. It didn’t bother the girls, though. They each managed to spend their money.

We received a couple Christmas cards this year with kind of uncomfortable pictures of college-aged kids. One shot had a sister draped around her brother, who was sitting in a chair. Their parents mimicked their pose in another chair. One of my sisters-in-law saw the picture and asked, “So are they a couple or brother and sister? Because I would never hang on either of my brothers that way.”

Another card featured siblings on or near a beach. The brother had his arm around his sister. S. took a look at it and said, “His hand is kind of close to her boob, isn’t it?”

Sooooo that’s how it is in your family.

Remember, kids. Take a long look at those cards before you send them out next year.

We’ve had AT&T Uverse for nearly four years now. It’s ok. I’m not a huge fan nor have we had any issues. Each December they roll out a Santa Tracker channel that has games, holiday karaoke, read-along kids books, and a Santa News Network area that gives updates on the big man’s preparations and travels.

The girls love it. That despite the fact it’s been the same each of the past three Christmases. Same “anchors” on the SNN, with the same scripts and updates. Same games and books. They still checked it every half hour on Christmas Eve, when his progress around the globe is updated.

Worse, it’s all still in standard definition and seems to chug through the data pipe at about half-speed. Each time the girls tried to do karaoke, the song would freeze multiple times so it could buffer. For basic graphics and some compressed audio.

You would think a multi-billion dollar company like AT&T would invest a little to keep the channel updated to show off the power of its network. As it is now, it’s like the original iPhone on the old EDGE network, before they slapped a 3G or LTE radio into it.

I was also bummed AT&T hid the Yule Log station in a section of channels I rarely check. I think I finally found it on Christmas Eve. Nothing better than reading a book in front of a fake fire with some soothing, instrumental Christmas tunes in the background.

I’ve documented many times here on the blog how I dislike January and February. I hate their bleakness, coldness, and emptiness.

For many people, having Christmas and New Years back-to-back is perfect. Schools let out for two weeks. People take vacation time from work. We can cram all kinds of parties and family gatherings into a couple weeks. Retailers get a nice boost to the bottom line to close out the year.

But I think Christmas should be a month later. Yeah, I know this really only applies to those of us in the northern latitudes, but we really need something to spice up January and make the worst part of winter pass quicker. Besides, a lot of Christmas songs are better suited to the colder, snowier times of January than the often rainier, less predictable days of December. I often find myself humming “Let It Snow,” or “Winter Wonderland,” among others, when we get a big snowstorm in January.

Jesus was not born on December 25. That’s an arbitrary date picked by a Roman emperor, and later cemented by Pope Gregory, hundreds of years ago. So there’s no real reason to keep it there.

So the next presidential candidate that proposes moving Christmas back a month has my vote. No matter how nutty their other ideas might be.

Stats, 2013

I know none of you probably pay any attention to these monthly accountings of my music listening habits. Like most of what I do here, it’s mostly for my amusement.

First, what I listened to in December. As always, it was a little different that what I listened to the other 11 months of 2013.

  • Frank Sinatra – 68
  • Bing Crosby – 45
  • Dean Martin – 40
  • Vince Guaraldi Trio – 30
  • Ella Fitzgerald – 26

Next, a look at the artists last.fm tells me I listened to most in 2013.

  • Frightened Rabbit – 838
  • Pearl Jam – 346
  • The National – 185
  • Caveman – 174
  • Vampire Weekend – 167
  • The Clash – 166
  • Parquet Courts – 156
  • Phosphorescent – 151
  • Waxahatchee – 148
  • Veronica Falls – 144

 

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