dean wareham and britta phillips.  they played for over an hour at the zipper factory in new york — low-key, quirky and charming.   an indie pop barbie and ken, without the gloss.  and the music?  hypnotic, soothing, like that moment at the beach with the wind and the waves and the sun warm on your face, when all is okay.  which isn’t to say it’s simple.  but to sit thisclose and feel their music wash over you . . . i won’t soon forget it.   this one was ‘specially lovely: wait for me

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dean & britta at the zipper factory