It's been a few weeks since I've posted a playlist, but there's no better time than the present... especially since I'm sitting here, waiting for the Hall Of Fame Game to being on TV. I'm not exactly expecting a great game - even a relevant one - but preseason football is the first sign that fall will be here soon. OK, s
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A pop-ish playlist for a summer-ish day.
A few weeks ago, I posted the story of how my CD rack, Roy, got his name. Long story short: at the point when it became clear I no longer played CDs, I ROYGBIVed him. Yes, I organized his hundreds of CDs by color. Why? Because I had no reason not to. While color coding him, thus turning him into a pseudo-art-project, I
This coming Saturday marks the beginning of summer, but it felt more like winter today. Temps never made it out of the 50s, and the sky was gloomy and gray. It all has me in the mood for a playlist like this:
Dig a little deeper... ...dig a little deeper. There is no theme to this playlist. For me, it's music for writing code to.
Despite the fact that I'm an atheist who doesn't even believe in atheism, I enjoy the thought of God being constantly unintentionally summoned by orgasms. If the position of supreme deity ever comes open, I'm telling you right now that I'm throwing my name in the ring and I'd appreciate your vote... but I'm not changing t
I've been on a spring cleaning kick lately, but it feels like the only thing I've managed to do is create more dust. Create? OK: FIND. Most of the dust was already in my wall of CDs waiting to be found. Find it, I did. My wall of CDs is actually a wooden rack that stands nearly five feet tall. Once upon a time, in an
Tomorrow, I'll explain who Roy is* and why he gets his own playlist**. Actually, it's probably going to be a series of playlists that span from the 80s through the early 00s. But first, let's cover Roy Rock during the first half of the 1990s.
I am spring cleaning. Dust attacks from everywhere. There is no escape. That haiku has nothing to do with this playlist, but then again, music makes the cleaning go faster, doesn't it? Sure... I'll keep telling myself that.
A moody playlist for a moody sort of day. I'm not in a bad mood though. Just in a mood, period. A mood for something that sounds a little like this...
Don't worry, it's just pop. It won't hurt anybody...
This is just a playlist of what's been going through my iTunes lately, beginning and ending with a pair from an amazing band from Portland, Typhoon. "Unhand me, I am not a criminal, though I have played a guilty part in the modern sense that one pretends their life is original." (from "Dreams Of Cannibalism")
"We are flowers blooming in the dark. We can make it smoke without a spark. We are soldiers that will never fight. We can save the world in our bed tonight." --Eef Barzalay, of Clem Snide.
I really enjoy The Front Bottoms, but I can't help thinking their lyrics intentionally leave me out of whatever details are required to understand what's being said. There's more to the story, and they're not telling. "She says 'Could you feel that? Oh, what a marvelous sensation.' She says 'Could you please take me off s
Give a man a fish and you'll feed him for a day. Give a man a wish and you'll feed his hopes for a lifetime. Holy crap. That's great! I should totally quote me sometime. Am i right or amiright? ...yeah, whatever :) I wish I had a fish. I could go for some broiled salmon with a nice pineapple-salsa glaze. Wait. Would i
I swear, there was a theme when I started building this playlist. Yeah, well, that didn't last long. I'll open and close it with a pair from Jamie Cullum, and in between... it'll wander.
I want to hunt like David. I want to kill me a giant man. I want to slay my demons, but I've got lots of them. I've got lots of them. --Noah Gundersen
A playlist with a theme... more or less. Each of these songs wouldn't be the same without the words that are spoken rather than sung. In fact, a few of them wouldn't have any words at all...
A love themed playlist for Valentine's Day, which begins with the following questions: "When did it hit you that you weren't in love with me? When did it hit you? When did it hit you that you weren't in love with me? How did it come and then go? And where did it? When did it hit you, my love?"
Digging through the iTunes library... here's a moderately mellow playlist that begins and ends with a great pair of tracks by Junip.
It's been ages since I posted a rock playlist... so... here we go.
How about a pop playlist? Sure... and it'll begin with Robert DeLong, who asks: "Did I make money, was I proud? Did I play my songs too loud? Did I leave my life to chance? Or did I make you fucking dance?"
What's this? A new playlist? Sure, why not. I've been listening to Noah Gundersen's EP "Family" and I really can't say enough good things about it. The first time I heard the song Fire, I stopped what I was doing and found myself staring off into space, lost in it. It's a powerful piece of music, and it's where we begi
Prelude: A friend once told me that I expect too much of people. Time has taught me that I think too highly of people. Trust me, there's a difference, even if the end result is the same. Time has also taught me that I'm not going to change in this regard. I consider it a fact and I am fine with it. I dare s
Every year on the evening of December 25th, Christmas music expires. It has a shelf-life of one month at best, stretching from the day after Thanksgiving through Christmas day. And, much like the forgotten half gallon of eggnog in the back of the fridge that may or may not still be good, we know better than to serve it.
Another huge batch of Christmas music as the big day approaches.
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There shall be no Christmas music playlists before Black Friday! So, with that in mind, here's a slew of non-Christmas music that's been getting a lot of play on my iTunes lately, beginning and ending with a pair of tracks from Oregon's own Typhoon. Their latest album is called White Lighter, and it's outstanding.
I really enjoy when Mike Doughty dabbles in electronic music. His latest album is a reworking of songs from his previous band Soul Coughing, this time done in a mostly electronic style. The album is named "Circles Super Bon Bon Sleepless How Many Cans? True Dreams Of Wichita Monster Man Mr. Bitterness Maybe I'll Come D
A piano playlist for this first week of rolled-back clocks and earlier sunsets.