“The making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do’s and don’ts. First of all, you’re using someone else’s poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing.” (High Fidelity)
Over the past few weeks, one of my work projects has me thinking about playlists a lot: about how they can capture a mood perfectly, about how they can change your mood more effectively than almost anything else, and how they indeed are a very subtle art.
As the first of what might become a regular feature of this blog, I’m going to share a playlist. This one seeks to capture the feeling of the song title that wraps it up: one Sunday morning.
Here’s the screen shot of the songs and artists; below is a link that will take you to the music itself (technology willing). Enjoy.
Although I realize that I’m breaking rank from everyone from rock critics to rap stars, you can have Bon Iver. If we’re going to choose teams of falsetto folk rockers for our year-end lists, I’ll take James Vincent McMorrow.
With tracks that are more short story than sing-along, McMorrow crafts moments more memorable than most anyone I’ve heard in 2011. As I’ve written about him several times before, this will be familiar to many of you. But for those of you who haven’t yet, give it a listen. And for those intrigued, it’s worth a follow-up for more.
Is it too early to start daydreaming of summer music festivals? With a sun-drenched sound and lyrics simple enough to sing along yet witty enough to want to remember, Dawes is made for your next outdoor concert and the daydreams you’ll need to make it through the snow that stands between you and that show.
It’s lyrics like these that just belong in rock songs:
If I wanted someone to clean me up, I’d find myself a maid If I wanted someone to spend my money, I wouldn’t need to get paid If I wanted someone to understand me, I’d have so much more to say I want you to make the days move easy