“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
Quiet afternoon around the house today as we’ve both had to delve into the work week a half day early. To ease the frustration of spending a summer afternoon bathed in the glow of a laptop, I put together the following mini-mix. Perhaps you can apply it to moments a bit less mundane.
To start it off, here’s a brand new (to me) track from an artist called St. Lucia. With a hazy mix of synths and sax, it immediately feels like an old favorite from the 80’s.
This group from Seattle, The Head and the Heart, opened for Iron & Wine in Millennium Park earlier this summer. It wasn’t even close: these guys outclassed Iron & Wine on every measure. A few more summer festival appearances and these guys are going to hit it huge. And full disclosure: my wife is the one who tipped me off to these guys, not the other way around as I would typically lead you to believe.
Sometimes the best-written songs are those cloaked in a bit of mystery. The images are vivid, but the meaning not immediately apparent. In that vein, I share with you a song by James Vincent McMorrow.
Here’s how the story begins. Click below to delve further into it. You’ll be glad you did.
“If this is redemption, why do I bother at all There’s nothing to mention, and nothing has changed Still I’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain So I wander on, till someone else is saved.”