I can't get enough of throwbacks these days. I've had the Monkees, Amy Winehouse, Gnarls Barkley, Spoon (as always) and now, the new Beck album, on heavy rotation. I'm a big fan of the Danger Mouse sound, and love its meld with Beck's more soulful, mournful proclivities. I feel a need to play the gui-tar (as the Sultans of Swing would say).
Betcha didn't know I've got a purple axe:
And I'm gonna play it again. Soon as I find one of those teensy Peavey practice amps.