Music Monday: Gossamer

Music Monday is a series begun in an attempt to keep me from listening to this, this, and this song for the 456,070,877th time. Every Monday I’ll offer my completely untrained and value-less opinion on new (to me) music.
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“Gossamer is a tortured beast, disguised in a crunchy candy shell.” This quote pretty much sums up the ethos of the album: an album full of catchy, can’t keep from dancing, feel-good summer tunes with lyrics that are sure to make you cringe.

Tracks to Dance To:

Tracks 01-03 are so catchy I find myself completely unable to keep still. I might have gotten a few odd stares at Oz Music, a few backwards glances as I shake it in the car, a few choice words as I grab my friend’s hand to force her to join along… So yes, it’s danceable.

Pure Poetry:

Underneath the light pop is the stuff of ages–the way that Michael Angelakos deals with his struggle makes it completely identifiable. My favorite was the hope in the struggle found in the very last song, “Where We Belong.”

It’s gotten cold in here
but a solemn warmth draws near
and with a gentle touch
all these burdens and such
fears are wiped clear
who says you ought to stay?
how’s this the easier way?
it’s far from giving up
cowards never say “enough is enough”


Angelakos is quite tame with the naughty bits, wanting simply to “make love like we’re young” and “consecrate this messy thing.” He’s no Brittany Spears.

Top Three Downloads:

Track 01

Track 02

Track 12

Real Opinions:

The good.

The bad.


Cowboy Cookies

The very best cure for a case of the can’t-help-its (more commonly known as ennuie): baking.

More specifically, baking a delicious treat and then sharing it with wonderful friends while watching, for the zillionth time, the finale of Lost (and still not understanding a thing).

Then saving part of the cookie dough and baking for more friends while watching Life Aquatic, and discovering how well PBR pairs with a Cowboy Cookie.

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Icing on the cake (Get it? Because they’re cookies.): when my roommate’s Down Syndrome brother looked at me in horror when I offered him a Cowboy Cookie.

Him: You want me to eat cow poop?!

Me: No, no. It’s the name of the cookie. CowBOY.

He picks one up trepidatiously.

Me: Do you like it?

Him: Taste like cow poop.

However, a whopping five cookies later proved (I’d like to believe) that these cookies bear zero resemblance to excrement.  A rousing endorsement, right?

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These hearty cookies are chock-full of melty chocolate chips, salty walnuts, and rich brown sugar with the oatmeal adding that guilt-free aspect that totally makes these an acceptable breakfast of champions. It’s basically just a delicious little bite of comfort, the perfect cure for any bad day.


Cowboy Cookies

1 c. brown sugar
1 c. white sugar
1 c. shortening
2 eggs
2 c. flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. vanilla
2 c. oatmeal
1 pkg. chocolate chips

1 cup chopped pecans


Cream the brown sugar, white sugar and shortening. Add the rest of the ingredients, one at a time. Bake at 350 degrees for 12 minutes.