Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros are back.
Somehow, I’ve developed an affinity for [some] country music. I blame my spouse and Nebraska.
This morning I woke up with the chorus of “Dirt Road Anthem” in my head — which is the only good part of this song. Mostly because there’s an “ice cold beer sitting in the console.” Something about a road pop just seems cool.
(Editor’s note: Drinking and driving is bad.)
OK. So it’s been a few months. In my defense, I relocated, bought a house, started a new job, etc. Allow me to make it up to you with a somewhat decent song, which popped into my head this morning — due to my obsession with The Hunger Games trilogy.
“Rules,” by Jayme Dee, from The Hunger Games soundtrack.
I’ve been a bit busy with relocation activities, so let’s just all enjoy Pitchfork’s Top 100 Tracks of 2011. I’ll see you in 2012.
Source: pitchfork
Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Sam Cooke is for any time.
You Send Me - Sam Cooke
Interrupt my breakfast with a little slow dancing in the kitchen. You thrill me, honest you do.
Source: popture
Self-released track from Vampire Weekend’s Rostam Batmanglij, Don’t Let It Get To You.
Drum beat is damn close to Paul Simon’s The Obvious Child — not that I’m complaining.
Source: SoundCloud / ROSTAM
This morning: Aerosmith’s Crazy. It popped in there while I was brushing my teeth. Then my train of thought went something like:
Remember when Steven Tyler cast his own daughter in a video? Wait. Why was that even a big deal? And Alicia Silverstone! Was that before Clueless? Was that her big break? An Aerosmith video is a great big break. Sort of like Courtney Cox in Dancing in the Dark.
Oh, wait. I remember the video for Crazy. It’s a little risque. Don’t they strip at an amateur night? I think it’s also a bit homoerotic. That makes it weird to put your own daughter in it. Hmm. Maybe he just knew she was really talented? Wow. Now I’m rationalizing hypersexualizing one’s daughter.
And then the electric toothbrush stopped.
As things slow down, there is more room in my head in the mornings for songs. Yesterday morning was “Julia” by The Beatles.
I was 12 when I discovered the White Album; I swiped it from my dad’s collection and blasted it from my basement bedroom. I remember being transfixed by the juxtaposition of the avant-garde (“Revolution 9”) and the gentle acoustic songs like “Julia.”
The White Album was one of those albums that, as they say, changed my perspective on shit. In fact, “I Will” was played acoustic during our wedding ceremony.
