“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.
Some songs just shimmer with sunshine. In a music world that often values snark and snarl, earnestness like this often gets ignored. Or worse.
But the power that tracks like these have to stare down storms both actual and emotional is undeniable. And regardless of how hardened your music snob shell has become, songs like these find a way into your emotions.
If the song itself weren’t uplifting enough, this Todd Kramer guy is in the midst of writing his from-nowhere story with an earnestness that just defies your inner irony. Last night he released his first EP, and today he wrote about how his grandmother came to the record release party last night. I mean, really.
I’m not yet sure if the music beyond the lead track lives up to anything, but it’s stories like these that make me pony up the $5 as I say to nobody in particular “go get ’em.”