little secrets

I know a thing or two about manners.  The mere thought of calling your parents by their .. first .. name .. makes my stomach tighten. As your guest, I will promptly pull the sheets off the bed at the end of my stay and can guarantee a thoughtful thank you card within three days of your favor.  I even earned the Girl Scout Manners badge in record time!  We could pretend that, as a Southerner, I was born with these habits; that in utero, they were implanted deep within my fibers among pools of sweet tea and cornbread.  Nope.  In 1992, while you were enjoying a bounty of Peeps and Mini Cadbury Eggs, my Easter basket was filled with 856 pages of Emily Post's Guide to Etiquette.  Nice way to blow your bunny cover, mom.
Maggie definitely got a Barbie.

But these days I've been obsessed with Manners, Passion Pit's first full length album.  Since the inception of this little project, I've had so many of my musical muses (Roman, Lindsay, Johnny, Kev) tell me I need to immediately sample this slice of american electronica heaven.  This genre gets a lot of play on my JesusPhone thanks to The Postal Service, but even if you're new to the area I bet you've unknowingly bopped your head to The Reeling and Sleepyhead while watching The Hills' stock footage of leggy, unbalanced lady-swarms.  Want to impress your friends?  The not-so-secret fan favorite on this album is Little Secrets.

I know in my first post I banned secrets - let's throw them to the wind with our padded spinning shorts and protein shakes!  But truth be told, I have all kinds of little secrets and now with this song I basically have a musical enabler.  Granted when you first hear this song, you're going to think Passion Pit lived the first years of its life in a clown car (I did), but give the track a few seconds and you'll be thinking the same thing:

Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know we're feeling

But I do know what you're feeling! You love this song because it indulges so many of the reasons you hit play (and repeat) in the first place- your mood is lightened, you're intrigued by all the little noises coming together so perfectly ... and if you're me, you want to put on your favorite pair of legwarmers and make more secrets just so that you can sing about them.

I'm sure these were not the kind of manners Emily Post would prefer, but if she wanted to keep herself and her girdle current, she'd better download this song stat.