Monday, September 29, 2008
This about sums it up.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
1. Quiet Nights – Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto
Aptly named and one of the softest, sweetest songs I know. It seems hard to combine gentle and joyful in music and this one does it for me.
2. A Million Times – Ms. John Soda
Is it just me, or do artists that are not native English speakers do the most amazing things with the language? Rhythmic romance for the ears.
3. Temptation – Diana Krall
A voice I melt into, a song I have sung many times to myself (and others), and a scraggily, raspy writer behind the paper.
4. Please Call Me Baby – Tom Waits
The writer of the previous song and again he slings deceptively simple fair with the listener feeling that they are the main character.
5. Slow Like Honey – Fiona Apple
A sexy, languid song. If this doesn’t make you want to light candles and touch someone’s skin then you may be suffering from some kind of terrible illness. Go see your doctor.
6. Holdin’ On – Citizen Cope
That desired moment realized after time has passed. And guess what? It is better than expected. It has nothing to compare to. Perhaps it hinges on trite, but we allow it because we all know the feeling.
7. All is Full of Love – Bjork
Known for her swelling melodies and orchestral leanings this one hits all the marks. I used to go on drives along the water and through the five-mile drive with this on repeat. Delicateness tempered with a backbone of hope.
8. Rebel Rebel – Seu Jorge
From the soundtrack for “The Life Aquatic” Seu takes David Bowie’s gem and injects it with the rolling of waves and salt drying on old wooden boards. Lullabies for the international traveler.
9. Bloodsuckers – David Garza
This was a discovery from visit to Portland. Garza was a sidewalk performer, but anyone who stopped knew right away he was no rambling fellow pretending to play the artist game. This was the real deal. The song itself is a bit cynical and I adore him for it. I think you will know why.
10. I Wish I Was the Moon – Neko Case
Having just seen her at Bumbershoot and listening to her perform this song live I was practically transported to a different world. One where sad songs rule and it is okay if I get a bit teary here and there. The rest of the time I just relax into the stringed instruments.
11. Nude – Radiohead
I am apparently about a year behind the curve on being obsessed with this song. In truth I am neither bothered by not knowing what is current, nor have I repeatedly listened to it. However it is awful pretty and fits well into a night themed mix CD. I can practically see the wisps of clouds passing in front of the moon now…
12. Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man – Julie London
This is a song I have been singing since I was a small child. I picked it up from the musical “Show Boat” when it was playing on my local PBS station. I memorized it as soon as I heard it and though I had no man to love, it imbedded itself into my psyche. This one is for keeps.
13. My One and Only Love – John Coltrane
A no-brainer. This is a bubble bath, a glass of wine, a long gaze between lovers. The things we know, and for good reason. The singer is a bit schmaltzy, but halfway into the song John has already done all the work to get me all fluttery.
14. Thirteen – Big Star
Time to change the pace and tone. Big Star was never what their name suggested, but this song has taken on an iconic status in many circles. Teenage angst and hope. Sweaty palms and determination to find love in its simplest and finest form.
15. Leaving For Paris – Rufus Wainwright
When I traveled to Paris to study art I was in the midst of a relationship I wanted out of. Instead of severing the ties as I ought to have, I let it linger. Months passed before I walked away. Perhaps if these notes had been on my iPod I would have heard my fate in them and let go when I should have. Or at least had a beautiful song to make me really know the truth rather than hide from it.
16. Blue Valentine – Tom Waits
Can you tell I like Tom? This man tells stories and I spiral into each one as though it were my own. I do have a tendency to get a bit caught up in a perceived empathy. Separate from my personal feelings, I adore the guitar solo and find myself blinking ever slower and slower, as a cat before a sleeping session.
17. Alone in Kyoto – Air
Nothing overtly fancy. It is a clean plate with a refined bite of sushi or a bed with all white linens.
18. A Blossom Fell – Diana Krall
So I repeat myself in my tastes to a certain extent. But just listen to the longing, the hurt and more importantly the precise musicality of her voice and piano. Follow that with the jazz guitar’s timing and tone, and the subtle brushes on the drums and you have one amazing song.
19. The Night – Morphine
I am sharing with you possibly my favorite band. And this song is top of the list. I listen to it and grasp at a definition I have no words for. It just wraps me up in something warm and slightly deviant. I am not sure I can trust it fully, but I want to.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
This is the prelude to how my vacation became a week of me living in the day basement again, watching TV in my dad’s old flannel shirt and underpants (mine, btw) and sneaking cigarettes when I could.
I flew up on Sunday and got directly into my parents car to go to a family reunion in the cow pastures of Canby Oregon. Good times. Old people I don’t know, middle-aged people I don’t know, and little rugrats I don’t know (side note: when I checked spelling for rugrats the suggestion was regrets. HA!). Also, lots and lots of jello salads with marshmallows and strange food dye combinations. I am under the distinct impression that food does not naturally come in shades of fuchsia or radioactive purple. I could be wrong though. I am about plenty of other things
Onwards! I hang out, talking to old bitties who can’t speak clearly because they had a stroke 6 months ago and are partially paralyzed or can’t hear a thing you say and keep adjusting their hearing aide so that they whine at the strain of blasting noise through all that earwax. Eww. I just totally grossed myself out. No matter the manner in which they are barely linked to the world of the living, the conversation is inane, but required. Family and all. And truthfully, I get a kick out of old people. They can get away with saying anything and no one argues. Looking forward to being 85 just for that reason. Even though I was caught grumbling about how kids dress these days and how they have no respect or basic public manners. THEY DON’T. It is depressing.
Family reunion over and done with we pile back into the car and after a few squealing wheels and white-knuckled moments to avoid wrong turns (because slowing down and pulling a U-turn is way to sensible) we find the freeway. The rain starts pouring and I stare out the backseat window like I used to do. I am enjoying the cool window pane and the everywhere green. Then traffic comes to a near standstill and we creep along at 5-15 MPH for the next 4 HOURS. It should have taken us over less than half that time to get home. Did I mention my parents where singing Bob Seger aloud? Yeah, it was a double CD live concert version. So picture me, travel weary, familied-out and having to endure my father’s off-key half singing/half-talking voice mixing with my mother’s operatic tones even though she doesn’t remember any of the words. She ends up doing that thing where you make the noises you think are right, but they never are really words until it is too late. I started slowly and deliberately hitting my head against the seat back. All I wanted was a change of clothes, a cigarette and my parents to shut the hell up.
At least I was wearing kick-ass leopard print stilettos. Hot shoes always help an iffy situation.