Current Playlist: Paolo Nutini

Whenever I discover a new band or artist, I become quickly obsessed and very possessive. While I know that most of my obsessions are well-known in many other musical circles, in my social circle, I am usually the deliverer of musical gospel.

A few nights ago I was flipping through four hundred channels of completely useless reality tv, b-rate movies, and overrated cop/law drama. I stumbled upon an old recording of the Glastonbury festival. Immediately, the catchy guitar riffs, danceable beats, and the oh-so-adorable indie boy on stage, I was hooked. So began my love of Paolo Nutini. Shortly afterward I checked concert listings, wikipedia, and his own site for information on him.

I've been slow on sharing this discovery, I have a few friends I know would love him. But I fear having too many friends share my musical interests. Perhaps it's my iconoclast nature, or maybe I'm just being a bit selfish, but am I alone in this? Does anyone else covet music/film/books for fear that if they become too popular they will soon get tossed to the wayside like so many other overnight sensations?

For more information on Paolo Nutini, check out: http://www.paolonutini.com/

On My Wishlist: Leather Pants

As I gear up for my thrilling/exciting/terrifying (circle one) move to New York, I can't help but picture what I will be wearing as a I strut up and down the streets of the city. Considering nearly all of my NYC fantasies include me at a cafe reading a book, or perhaps taking in a concert (ridiculous, yes?), or perhaps running into Ed Westwick (it COULD happen), in every one of my fantasies I happen to be fabulously dressed.

Although I wear bold clothing now (sequins, fur, bright colors, not your Montana style), my NYC wardrobe has to be that much MORE wonderful. And the one thing that keeps showing up in my NYC dreams (besides my brown leather jacket that was tragically stolen) is a pair of leather pants. Not a pair of leather biker pants, and not the leather flared pant that was oh-so-popular when I was in junior high (of course those were all pleather). No, what I really want is a pair of super-tight, super-skinny leather pants that I can wear with towering heels, my red velvet boots, and maybe even a sequin or two if I'm feeling daring. Of course, without the hundreds of dollars to wear the same brands as celebrities, I am coming up short on just where to get such leather pants. I suppose this is the dream the big city holds for me. Art, celebrity, culture, music, and a land full of opportunities and leather. Preferably black pants and a replacement brown coat.

So tell me? Are leather pants wearable in day-to-day life, or are they best left to the celebrities?