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Playlist #251

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Happy Tuesday, everyone! Here’s a new playlist for ya.

  1. Ellie van Amerongen, “august”: Doing a duet with yourself is challenging. Doing one with yourself after two or three years on testosterone must be damn-near impossible, yet they pull it off. And it’s a Taylor Swift cover.
  2. Khatumu, “exposure therapy”: I remain impressed with every new song I hear by this singer-songwriter. This song does not change that.
  3. The Gaslight Anthem, “Biloxi Parish”: I’m not quite sure how or when Handwritten became my favorite Gaslight Anthem album, but it did and it is and this song probably plays at least a small part in that result.
  4. Daniel Johnston, “Life In Vain”: Could he sing? Not really. Was he much of an instrumentalist? No more than I am. Could he write a hell of a good song, was he a songwriter’s songwriter? You bet your ass.
  5. Wilco, “Theologians”: Theologians are often accused of not knowing anything, and I don’t really feel like that’s their fault. I mean, they chose the profession, sure, but that hardly seems like their fault. That’s just what you do with the third son. It’s not like they’ve got any land or title left to inherit.
  6. The Avett Brothers, “Ain’t No Man”: I do on occasion enjoy me some Avett Brothers. And this song in particular is fun and a little bit goofy, but I’m okay with that. If you can’t laugh at yourself, you’re taking things way too seriously.
  7. Charlie Sexton and Shannon McNally, “Nothing Mysterious”: Technically sorta a Christmas song? But their duet is fantastic and they really do make it feel quite universal.
  8. The Association, “Never My Love”: I do like love songs, though I’m crap at writing them myself. This is one of the best.
  9. Uncle Tupelo, “Steal The Crumbs”: I really feel like Uncle Tupelo hit their stride with Anodyne. It really is too bad they broke up afterwards.
  10. Moxy Fruvous, “My Poor Generation”: I always enjoy listening to Moxy Fruvous, and every time I hear one of their songs it makes me wonder why I don’t listen to them more often anymore.

Playlist #159: Count It In

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Happy Monday, folks. It’s SOL testing season here in Northern Virginia, so I get to spend most of my free time each school day proctoring! Woo! It’s so much fun. Today, we count it in with a selection of songs featuring – you guessed it – a count in!

  1. The Beatles, “Taxman”: George starts us off right with a song all about counting. Speaking of taxmen, I might have to fire mine, since between them they almost cost me $2000 this tax season (instead of the $500 it actually ended up being). Of course, considering my taxmen are my brother and my father, and I don’t actually pay them, I guess you could argue I’m getting what I pay for.
  2. The Presidents of the United States of America, “Cleveland Rocks”: The POTUSes know how to kick it up a notch, and it starts with a, “3, 4!”
  3. Ryan Adams, “To Be Young”: This song just bleeds in from the opening argument with Dave Rawlins (which isn’t exactly a song, since it’s just the two of them arguing about Morrissey’s catalog). It does feature a hasty count-in, though, so it…counts.
  4. Outkast, “Hey Ya!”: Why do so many songs that start with a count-in of “3, 4”? Why do we skip the one and the two? Why is five never considered? Is it because we’re always in 4/4 time? That doesn’t seem fair, exactly. Outkast know better, though, giving us a full four count.
  5. The Avett Brothers, “Will You Return?”: So do the Avett Brothers, actually! It’s nice to hear. And that heavy-strummed banjo.
  6. Pink Floyd, “Free Four”: I’m not sure if this actually counts, since “free” is not a number.
  7. Moxy Fruvous, “Earthquakes”: This one makes due with a, “1, 2, 3” count-in, skipping four entirely.
  8. U2, “Vertigo”: Someone needs to have a conversation with Bono, because, “1, 2, 3, 14” is not how we count.
  9. Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, “You Got Lucky”: This one just gets a “1” before Petty gives up counting and the song just starts.
  10. The Decemberists, “Shankill Butchers”: A trailing, “2, 3, 4” leads off this song about youths who will cut you, they will.

Playlist #158: More Tales from the Revolution

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Happy Monday, folks. It’s a wet and weary Monday, especially for me. I got sick over the weekend and have not fully recovered. But time and playlists (and AP Test proctoring) stop for no one!

  1. Gil Scott-Heron, “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”: Gawd damn, how had I never heard this song until this weekend? It is so angry (justifiably so) and righteous (also justifiably so) and that groove is undeniable.
  2. John Lennon, “Working Class Hero”: Over the weekend, the Wife convinced me to activate Sirus XM on our car, as she was tired of “just listening to your curated playlists all the time.” Apparently she wants unpredictability in the music she listens to? That just sounds horrible to me, but that may be my weird little quirk. Anyway, I heard this song this weekend, too, probably on the same radio show as the Gil Scott-Heron track.
  3. Bruce Springsteen, “We Shall Overcome”: The looseness of the Seeger Sessions always struck me as very out of character for Springsteen, but it’s also a big part of why I love these songs so much.
  4. Adeem the Artist, “Books & Records”: The revolution will not be televised, and a lot of folks couldn’t afford to watch it even if they wanted to. While not a revolution per se, it is indicative of the folks down at the bottom of society for whom scraping by just doesn’t cut it.
  5. Bob Dylan, “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”: Who writes more bitterly, more eloquently, about the revolution than Bob?
  6. Bob Marley & the Wailers,” Redemption Song”: You get the feeling – just from listening to this song, if nothing else – that Bob Marley understood the human spirit and the drive for freedom far better than many ever will. And maybe that’s a good thing: maybe we don’t want more folks having to think long and hard about how difficult freedom is to obtain, how challenging it is to fight just to exist. But Marley knew.
  7. Buffalo Springfield, “For What It’s Worth”: I’ll take “Songs I didn’t see becoming quite so relevant again” for $500, Alex.
  8. Leadbelly, “Midnight Special”: While I absolutely love the CCR version of this one, Leadbelly gives it a little something John Fogerty never could. There’s some authenticity to Leadbelly’s version – this is a man who literally sang his way out of prison at least once – and a lived-in experience that just isn’t present in the CCR version, no matter how awesome it is.
  9. Moxy Fruvous, “Stuck in the 90s”: While we may look back through nostalgic, rose-tinted glasses at that decade of decadence and – dare I say? – hedonism, not everyone sees the 90s as the golden age we think of it as being.
  10. Tracy Chapman, “If Not Now…”: Then when?

Playlist #157

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Happy Monday, folks! I hope everyone is doing well, and that folks out in Oklahoma weren’t hit too hard by all that weather over the weekend. It looks like the city of Sulphur got beaten up pretty badly, though.

  1. Uncle Tupelo, “Steal the Crumbs”: Went through an Uncle Tupelo kick late last week, especially their final record, Anodyne. Such a good album, and Jeff Tweedy really starts to find his voice as a songwriter. But Jay Farrar is still the frontman of this band, and this song is a good example of why.
  2. Simon & Garfunkel, “Kathy’s Song”: I’m constantly amazed by what these two could do with just their voices and a single acoustic guitar.
  3. Bob Dylan, “Seven Curses”: A simple tale of a horse thief condemned to death and his daughter, whose only path to freeing him is to sleep with the crooked, sleezy judge. Who, of course, does not free her father, but has him hanged instead. She puts one hell of a curse on him for it, too: “That one doctor cannot save him/That two healers cannot heal him/And that three eyes cannot see him/That four ears cannot hear him/That five walls cannot hide him/That six diggers cannot bury him/And that seven deaths shall never kill him.”
  4. Glen Phillips, “Train Wreck”: Glen Phillips sometimes comes across as a master of songs that are depressing as all hell and very, very bittersweet.
  5. The Head and the Heart, “Rivers and Roads”: The harmonies on this one are pretty nice.
  6. Jackson Browne, “Fountains of Sorrow”: Another one of those bittersweet songs about loss of love and innocence that just feels like a nostalgic gut punch.
  7. Moxy Fruvous, “My Poor Generation”: I always wish these guys had gotten just a little bigger, had stayed together just a little bit longer, and maybe released another album or two. It was awful, coming in right at the end of their time together, getting to hear all the cool stuff they’d done and slowly realizing that, hey, that’s it, there will be no more.
  8. REM, “Sweetness Follows”: I could not for the life of me tell you what this song is about, though it always feels like an elegy to me.
  9. The National, “Lucky You”: Probably the first great song written by these guys. It’s perfect, no notes.
  10. John Prine, “The Late John Garfield Blues”: Damn, but this man wrote simple songs about complicated things. Or maybe complicated songs about simple things? A little of both?

Playlist #153 – Annabelle the Horsewoman

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Happy Tuesday, folks! I returned from the great wide west to my humble abode in Virginia safe and sound. And today is eldest niece Annabelle’s birthday! In her honor, all of the songs have to do with horses, ’cause that girl is equestrian.

  1. Bob Dylan, “All The Tired Horses”: The kickoff to the infamous Self Portrait album doesn’t even feature any Dylan vocals. Which probably should’ve been a sign to folks, I think.
  2. Moxy Fruvous, “Horseshoes”: “You keep handin’ out horseshoes/Horseshoes have gotta be tossed.”
  3. America, “Horse With No Name”: Spoiler alert: you don’t have to keep riding a nameless horse. You can give it a name anytime you want. Horses don’t care. They don’t know their names.
  4. Bruce Springsteen, “Silver Palomino”: According to britannica.com., a palomino is a “colour type of horse distinguished by its cream, yellow, or gold coat and white or silver mane and tail.” Which…I mean, I guess you can refer to a horse by its mane color primarily, sorta like we do with hair color, except humans aren’t completely covered in hair that gives us a much better descriptor we could use, Bruce.
  5. Aerosmith, “Back In The Saddle”: If you fall out of the saddle, this song encourages you to get back up and climb back into it once more. Whereas I would say, “Bugger that for a lark, I’m gonna go have a lie down.” Because I apparently became British when I fell.
  6. Counting Crows, “Another Horsedreamer’s Blues”: Why does dreaming of horses give one the blues? I do not know. Maybe it’s because they’re so expensive?
  7. The Rolling Stones, “Wild Horses”: I dunno, I get the feeling wild horses would not want to be employed, let alone to drag anyone anywhere. But maybe that’s just me.
  8. Soul Coughing, “16 Horses”: I have so many questions. Why is she pushing the horses? Why sixteen of them, specifically? You guys have a lot of explaining to do.
  9. The Beatles, “Dig A Pony”: But not as much explaining as John Lennon has. Why do you dig a pony, John? And how? What is…is this a sex thing? Do I really even want an answer to that question?
  10. Tom Waits, “Pony”: Why does he sound so sad while he sings about riding his pony? I thought these things made people happy. I don’t understand.

Playlist #130

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Happy Monday, folk! This is moving week, the week where all of my sanity leaves my body in a sudden rush and I wake up on Friday, hopefully in a new place with all of my stuff there. If not, well, I know how to cry.

  1. Paul McCartney, “Brown Eyed Handsome Man”: I tell myself this one is about me. I’m not 100% convinced I’m wrong. My wife thinks I’m handsome, at any rate.
  2. HAIM, “The Wire”: I have heard exactly three (3) songs by this band in my whole life, and I’ve like all three of them. This one cops the drum rhythm from the Eagles’ “Heartache Tonight,” which is actually pretty dope.
  3. The Gaslight Anthem, “Our Father’s Sons”: It’s not a finished song. Bits and pieces of it end up in other songs off The ’59 Sound album. But the lyrics are fairly unique to this particular version, and I like those.
  4. Joe Cocker, “The Letter”: Oh, so a fast train ain’t good enough for ya, Joe? You gotta get on an aeroplane instead? I mean, I guess it makes sense, at least here in the States where high-speed rail just isn’t a thing. But if you were in Japan, you’d be rethinking that train.
  5. Amanda Shires, “Pale Fire”: I keep coming back to this song every few months. I love it. There’s a simplicity and honesty to it that I really appreciate and tend to look for in music.
  6. Patti Smith, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”: If you’d told me there’d be a version of this song that features stand-up bass and a banjo and that I’d love this particular version of the song, I’d…probably have believed you, that sounds right up my alley.
  7. The Beatles, “Two Of Us”: “On our way back home.” Yeah, this one is a stealth moving song!
  8. Muddy Waters, “Goin’ Home”: If it’s good enough for Muddy, it’s good enough for me.
  9. Moxy Fruvous, “Boo Time”: I will never, until the day I die, truly understand or maybe even be able to appreciate this band’s bizarre name, but I can get behind some of their stranger songs like this one. What the hell is “Boo Time,” anyway? Is this a Halloween song? Or is it the time when you cuddle up close to your boo? I honestly don’t know, and it keeps me up some nights.
  10. Electric Light Orchestra, “Roll Over Beethoven”: The pinnacle of early ELO. I will not be taking comments about it at this time, or ever.

Playlist #128

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Happy Monday, or Indigenous People’s Day as we call it around here. If you wanna celebrate that Columbus guy, go get lost in the spice aisle at the Kroger.

  1. Wreckx-n-Effect, “Rump Shaker”: My wife was not familiar with this song, somehow. Even I know this song, and I spent the 90s in a virginal haze of video games and Pink Floyd music.
  2. The National, “Terrible Love (Alternate Version)”: I prefer this version because the drums are better than the original.
  3. The Mountain Goats, “This Year”: Never not good.
  4. David Gray, “Stella the Artist”: Somehow, over the years, Hold the Line became my favorite David Gray album. I know there aren’t too many people with a favorite David Gray album, but I have one. It’s Hold the Line.
  5. Richard Thompson, “Beeswing”: Just such a beautiful song.
  6. Glen Phillips, “Everything Matters”: A heartfelt love song that encourages me on dark days.
  7. Van Morrison, “Jackie Wilson Said (I’m In Heaven)”: The rave up we deserve. If more Van Morrison songs were like this, the world would be better.
  8. Murder By Death, “Creep”: You just have to listen to this one to full appreciate it. It’s not the Radiohead “Creep,” and it’s not the Stone Temple Pilots “Creep.” No, it’s the other one. The one you wouldn’t think a crusty-sounding white dude would sing.
  9. Moxy Fruvous, “Greatest Man in America”: Who doesn’t love a song that just gives the middle finger to Rush Limbaugh? Fuck that dude, even if he is dead already.
  10. The Who, “A Quick One, While He’s Away”: If I asked for an orchestra, and the suits told me no, I’d probably have just sung the word “cello” instead of hiring a cellist out of my own pocket, too.