199 words about Yo La Tengo, in general
Yo La Tengo albums, ranked: 5) The one playing in the background while you sit outside after grilling, high noon fading into magic hour, obviously. 4) The one you hadn't known they released in like 2007ish(?) that you overheard in a dorm room, the soft squall of guitar instantly giving away that here was a room in which Yo La Tengo's music existed. 3) The one that, midway through some seven-minute blissout, reminds you of the band's backstory, and you sorta sink into a mid-morning reverie about the long-running domestic bliss inherent in a husband-wife duo like this, the way the music seems not so much ambient as room-filling, like life, like whatever turns a house into a home. 2) Man, open up the windows, it's kinda nice out, the neighbors can listen to this with us! 1) The one with the wry asides and references that remind you that their name is just a goofy deep-cut Mets reference, which is basically the only lens through which I can appreciate the sport of baseball: the same way you enjoy Yo La Tengo, the same way Yo La Tengo makes music: as a thing you do with the people you love.