Tonight, I’m going to own the night. I’m gonna’ be runnin this town alright! Earlier this morning I was listening to my iPod Nano on full blast, becuz my parents were being SO ANNOYING and I had to drown them outz, and after the fifth time I listened to “Boom Boom Pow” by the Black Eyed Peas on repeat I had an epiphany like you see in the movies all the time!

I must confess… I have fallen in love with a certain Florence and her Machine. I tried to resist, but it turns out the British press and listening public were correct in their crowning the act (essentially a moniker for Florence Welch) the Next…Big…Thing. Her unique brand of art-pop, equal parts soulful, theatrical, and ethereal, hit the indie world by storm and her debut album Lungs became a bona fide hit overseas (it reached #2 in her native UK and eventually went Platinum).

This week’s musings (after a very sad break for the author’s health) features Italy. It is no mystery that Italy has never been at the forefront of the modern indie rock scene; while they may be the peoples responsible for the Mona Lisa, gelato, the works of Fellini, and the discovery of the New World, they have yet to produce their own Arctic Monkeys. I know, ‘tis a tragedy of epic proportions.