“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.
In the increasingly popular musical genre dubiously dubbed hipster-hop, tracks from 90’s powerhouses such as the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Smashing Pumpkins are being given new life with new beats.
In a world crowded with cheeky re-mixes and mash-ups, these bands choose instead to lyrically (and seriously) reinterpret the originals from a different place or time.
Brooklyn Bridge, from two guys who go by the name Riot !n Paris, shifts the geography from West Coast to East Coast…
Yo. Wrist is put back together but still crazy hurts when I type, so I’ll stick to a quick highlight of three great new songs that I’m feeling and think you might too: one from a new genre, one a new cover of an old favorite, and a new alt-ish country crooner.
For the adventurous among you, a new *genre* has popped up recently: Moombahton. It’s Dutch house music screwed down to sound like Reggaeton’s interesting little brother. Check a bit here and below.
In a series of events surprising to say the least, this post about a song from my favorite album has revealed that apparently even I am never that far from Stevie Nicks.
I spent a good part of my teens and twenties telling anyone within earshot that Siamese Dream is the best rock record ever made. Here are live versions of “Disarm” and “Cherub Rock,” both recorded at a show that I attended in Minneapolis: a show that remains in my top ten list of concerts experienced.
Disarm, Smashing Pumpkins (recorded live at First Ave, 10/3/93)
Cherub Rock, Smashing Pumpkins (recorded live at First Ave, 103/93)
Despite all the hip-hop on this site, Siamese Dream isn’t a terribly surprising choice for favorite album: especially if you consider that I’m from Chicago and went to college in the mid-nineties. But here’s where the story takes a surprising turn toward Fleetwood Mac. Continue reading →
Since I can remember (and, from what my parents have told me, before I can remember as well), I’ve lived my life to a soundtrack. I’m always listening to music, and I have the tendency to somewhat fanatically want to match different moments and emotions to particular bits of music. If you’re wondering if someone can fritter away time carefully considering how a party playlist should be different in the first hour than the second hour, the answer is absolutely. The answer to your second question is yes, that someone is me. And the answer to your third question is yes, I do so pretty much for every party we throw.
But here’s the interesting thing that writing this made me realize: there are virtually no songs that make me sad. This isn’t because I’m some perpetually-peppy happy guy (pause for reader laughter), but rather because music is one of the most powerful emotional salves that I’ve ever encountered. Continue reading →