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Young Readers / Press

“The album isn’t dead, as you’ll see when my top albums of the year list rolls around tomorrow. But these songs stuck out over and above the albums that encompassed them–or not, as #4's album has yet to be released. Viva la album, viva la single. 3. “All I Have” – Young Readers. This is one of the most romantic tunes I’ve heard in a long time; it’s right up there with “Above All Men” by J. Tillman.”

“8. Young Readers Family Trees When an album comes wrapped in a coloring sheet and packed with a set of crayons, you get an idea of where you’re headed. Family Trees is as gentle and polite as you expect, but it’s not childish — more trying to remember, a few years and a few heartbreaks later, what being a kid was like. Songs like “Boxcar” are quaint, lovely and warm your heart like little else could.”

“Independent Clauses is somewhat of an alternate universe when it comes to music reviewing. I rarely cover the hip bands, often love things no one else does, and generally attempt to be true to what I hear. If there’s a radar to be on or under, we’re hanging out on a different screen altogether. This is more by happenstance than choice: I never set out to be contrarian. And I don’t feel like a curmudgeonly naysayer of popular music, as you’ll see tomorrow. I just have a different lens than many people. Here’s the view from that lens. 11. Young Readers – Family Trees EP. I haven’t been floored as hard by an opening track all year as I was by “All I Have.” Beautiful whisper-folk in the vein of old-school Iron and Wine.”

“I fell in love for the first time when I was five. The object of my affection was Bobby, a shaggy-haired, brown-eyed boy with the sweetest smile in all of Kindergarten. I was giddy when we were paired as Red Riding Hood’s parents in a school play. We stood behind a brown paper door holding hands, awaiting our “daughter’s” knock, and for a fleeting moment, the world was mine. In the pictures from that day, I am a grinning fool in a red bonnet, clasping hands with “my man.” Then the show came to an end and Bobby ran off to play with a little tart named Amanda. I was left alone in the torn paper ruins of our broken home. It’s a tale as old as time. Bobby was the first in a long and relentless line of crushes and loves. I love Love. I love it when it’s a new and exciting crush who doesn’t even have a clue that feel that way about them. I love it when it’s a freshly opened map you are about to explore together. I love it when it’s settled and nurturing and supportive”