By Isa Jones
By Mary Willson
By Brian Turk
By Drew AIles
By Taylor Boylston
By Bree Davies
By Emerald O'Brien
Bethany Cosentino and Nathan Williams are too good to be true. She makes surf pop as Best Coast; he makes surf punk as Wavves. They used to date when they were younger and stupider; now they're famous and back together, happily tweeting out a new relationship. It's like a stoner remake of Grease, with the blogosphere playing the chorus. Cosentino and Williams are currently taking their love on the road in a joint tour that further blurs the already fuzzy line between their public lives as musicians and their private lives as a young couple. Their music is becoming more and more tied to their relationship, as evidenced by the text-message exchange between the two that we somehow managed to intercept, in which they appear to be conversing with one another in lines from songs they've written.
Bethany Cosentino: I'm sorry I lost your favorite T-shirt. I'll buy you a new one, a better one.
Nathan Williams: It's all the same.
BC: I want to talk about my day, it really sucked. I lost my job.
NW: Those guys were jerks.
BC: I miss my mom. I wish my cat could talk.
NW: Bogging me down with your unbearable tone. My head's numb.
BC: When I wake you up you're so cranky.
NW: I'm so bored. Won't do no chores. Sitting alone playing Nintendo in my room.
BC: You make me lazy, but I love you.
NW: I bet you laugh right behind my back.
BC: Every time you leave this house, everything falls apart. When you leave me, you take away everything. You take all my money. You take all my weed. NW: Green eyes, 'cause I'm a fool. I try staying away. I'm just not man enough. But I don't give a shit. Sky high. Will I fly high? Maybe. Soar high, soar right through it. BC: I can't do anything without you. Can't do anything with you. You drive me crazy but I love you.
NW: I'll go surfing in my mind.
BC: You're so good to me when you are away.
NW: Shining in the sun like a convertible balloon.
BC: But when you get home, you don't have much to say.
NW: I'm so bored. Yeah, I'm so bored.
BC: I wish you would tell me how you really feel.
NW: I hate myself, man. I guess I'm just fucked up.
BC: It doesn't matter to me either way. All I want is for you to stay.
BC: I promise I won't be such a brat.
NW: I'm an idiot. I'd say I'm sorry, but it wouldn't mean shit.
BC: Yeah, there's blood on the wall but I'm happy.
NW: If it's our way to take on the world, it would be something.
BC: The world is lazy, but you and me, we're just crazy.