“so fuckin good it makes me blush, consistently remarkable work”
This isn’t a competition. It’s a collaboration.
This isn’t a competition. It’s a collaboration.
“A rap album with some sample-heavy yet obtuse (for the genre) production and rap verses that can make you think, laugh, and maybe cry (sometimes at the same time).”
These decade playlists provide a nice outlet for discovery and re-discovery. Sure there is enough old faithfuls to fill each mix to the brim, but as I’ve said before, the exciting thing about Spotify is how much new-to-me music from the past there is to explore.
“This album would make the perfect soundtrack for your next 'Cleaning The House At Dawn After Everyone Has Left The Party' session. Or, I suppose, it'd probably work just as well for your next 'Cleaning The House At Dusk After All The Kids Have Gone To Bed' session. Choose your own adventure.”
“Go outside more. Basically, forego recommendations two through four for a stretch (but bring number one, as it is very good walking-around-outside music) and spend some time out of the house each day.”
EPISODE 082 kicks off with an oldie from Willie Nelson, and before things close out with an oldie from Judee Sill, you'll hear gems from Margaret Glaspy, Chris Staples, Roger Miller, BADBADNOTGOOD, and a bunch more good good not bad tunes.
“Delusional Vampire Madness, Dreamy Wild Psychosis, What's not to love?”
“You're driving down the highway. Coming out of the right speaker is Talking Heads. Coming out of the left is Cheap Trick. You turn the right speaker a little bit louder. You're now no longer in your car, you are in The Cars.”
“Single fucking Payer fucking Healthcare. Universal Healthcare. Medicare-for-all. Whatever you call it, I’d really like us to have it.”
EPISODE 087 kicks off with an unfortunately always politically relevant Todd Snider song, and before things close out with a new one from The Radio Dept, you'll hear Leonard Cohen, La Luz, Hiss Golden Messenger, and a bunch more.
As Shakespeare once said… “That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet; so Cotton Jones would, were he not Cotton Jones call'd, retain that dear perfection."
“I went from imagining this album pushing that Lou Reed + Metallica collaboration into the lockers, to them all sharing a cig behind the bleachers.”