“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.
A great song will make you nostalgic about somewhere you never visited, guilty of a crime you never committed, long for someone you’ll never meet. It doesn’t matter if the lyrics line up to what you’re living, because at that moment all you’re living is the story of that song. So when Ryan Adams asks “I don’t remember, were we wild and young?,” you wonder. You even doubt a bit. And this is why we’re happy to see him back to form.
In the midst of a (rare?) bout of melodrama nearly one year ago, I posted a playlist on the eve of my first day of work at my new job. With a complete absence of any irony whatsoever, one of the tracks was entitled “Risk of Change.” All overwrought emotion aside, I think this is artist worth watching. Take a listen.
In the midst of a wonderful few days amongst family and friends, I wanted to share these two new takes from an old favorite. Recorded back in September on the early end of his current tour, these two tracks are further evidence that Ryan Adams is back in full form.
With only a piano as the backing, this version of “New York, New York” trades the anthemic feel of the original for one more poignantly plaintive.