I've always had a soft spot for Mr. Brendan Benson. The first track off of his new album may or may not have resulted in a sing-into-your-hairbrush, jump-on-the-bed dance party of one this morning. This is happy music for dark times kids. So you could purchase me the album:
But, what a coincidence, Mr. Benson lives in Nashville...and I'm going to be in Nashville for my birthday. If only I had a friend (cough, cough) in the music industry down there. Private serenade, wha?