Tuesday is iTunetastic
It’s the second Tuesday of the month, and here’s what’s playing on the iTuneage…The Top 11 on the Magic ‘Recently Played’ Folder
(I warn you, these are the last 11 songs I listened to at work today, so obviously I like them enough. And so I may have a lot to say. If you have a tendency to not give a crap, then please, by all means, stop reading now. No? Okay, but remember I warned you.)
“You Wanted It” by MoZella
Was introduced to this by KCG on NTYAMB. No doubt he purchased the album on iTunes because Mo looks hot on the cover. But no matter, the song is great. He says the first time he heard it, he was drinking coffee and reading the paper on a perfect Sunday morning. The first time I heard it, I was trying to get the Hurricane out of the laundry room. So I choose to link it to Ken’s memory. Therefore, it reminds me of the first time I ever heard it when I was in a perfectly spotless house, reading the paper, drinking coffee, deciding where to brunch and being fabulous with all my cool, mod stuff in my perfectly ordered space. Etc.
“Here it Goes Again” by OK Go
This is currently my favorite song today. Mainly because it won’t get out of my head (ever since I saw its blastedly brilliant treadmill video). So instead of fighting it, insulting its mother and throwing all its clothes out on the front lawn, I’ve chosen to peacefully coexist with the bastard, letting it take over the remote, eat everything in the fridge and torture the cat until it decides to pick up one morning and leave unannounced to travel with a circus across Europe.
“Winter In the Hamptons” by Josh Rouse
I LOVE this song. And I actually do have a fantastic memory association here. This song is beautiful to me because it is, and also because it makes me think of a very cold and rainy Sunday morning in February when the Hurricane, the Brilliant Husband and I stayed in all cozy in our pajamas or whatever until 2 p.m. Because we could. And because it was cold. It wasn’t winter in the Hamptons, it was better.
“Suddenly I See” by KT Turnstall
Great pop song. Her voice is raspy and smart. Suddenly I see just why the hell it means to much to her. I want to be her friend. And suddenly see things right along with her. The first time I heard this song I liked it. Then, when I heard it as the perfect song playing in the excellent and aesthetically pleasing Devil Wears Prada opening, I loved it. And I love it more everytime I hear it. GcQ + SIS = Heart 4 Evah.
"Everytime" by the Samples
I'm not going home the same way I came. That first line is enough for me to love you forever. I've already loved you since 1993. So forever's not that long to go. Okay, so maybe it's GcQ + Everytime = Heart 4 Evah. I was never good at commitment, SIS. Sorry. It's not you, it's me.
“Destiny” by Zero 7
Again. Love it. And again. Great memory association. This song was on a disc of music the Soho Grand provided guests when we stayed there one Christmas. So basically, this song makes me think of cold shopping days at Takashimaya, G&Ts at the Oak Room and Bull and Bear, Nobu with JJ, getting checked out by Matt Damon in the lobby of the SG (yeah, that's right, it happened) and lots of time at MarieBelle. It’s all tied together like that.
“That’s My Nigga Fo Real” by Young Zee
What can I say, I can just really relate to this song. He like gets me. It’s like he's totally speaking to me about my life when he says, “And my down bitches, they be ready to kill; I be like chill, they be like..That's my nigga for real.” I mean, for reals y'all.
“Closet” by Pete Yorn
Another great one. Any song that starts, “This is a song called Closet,” in a computer voice before the guitars and drums start up, is okay in my book. Songs should always introduce themselves. It’s just polite. Again, a memory. Jeez. Sorry. But anything from this album (musicforthemorning) makes me think of the concert we went to with J and L (the other J and L) at the Majestic in Dallas. Great front row seats, J. Mainly I remember that he covered the much-beloved Stone Roses “She Bangs the Drums” almost as good as Ian, John, Mani and Reni would have done. Almost.
“somebody that i used to know” by Elliott Smith
This song reminds me of somebody that I used to know. Okay just kidding. But it should. Really, this song reminds me how much I can’t stand it when people refuse to capitalize anything. And most especially when people purposefully don’t capitalize to be all artful or emo or whatever. Don’t even get me started. But back to task. This song is a simple masterpiece. It should be listened to at a very high volume.
“I Spy” by Guster
Again with the memory. (Okay, seriously. This is even annoying me. So if you’re still reading, I owe you a drink. It’s like I’m making you watch home videos from 1978 or look at old Brownie badges or something.) Memories actually. This song brings up a lot of them. Like when we went down to the may parade. Or when we played asshole the card game until 4 a.m. in Telluride. Or when the bongo player stood around with ice bags in the hands. Etc. I swear I’m not drinking. If you were there for any of these varied moments, you know what I’m talking about.
“Doubting Thomas” by Nickel Creek
The lyrics to this song are so incredibly beautiful. So splendidly offered in three-part harmony. And so perfectly framed with guitar, mandolin and violin. This song is a prayer. It doesn’t get much better.
posted by Girl con Queso at 10:17 PM
12 Comments:
"This song is a prayer."
I like that. :)
I wonder if I would have loved that song so much if I hadn't have seen the fab treadmill video first?
Regardless, I can't get it out of my head.
Okay. So first. You win the best most amazing comment prize at my place (sorry, no money involved).
As for itunes. I know none of those 'cept Elliot Smith and Nickel Creek (so talented even if it is bluegrass whatever - LOVE.IT)
And I don't own an ipod.
*running away quickly in embarrassment*
Brownie badges. Good times!
BTW, I've forwarded the OK GO treadmill video to everyone on the planet.
Front row seats rock. Am I a major dork that I enjoy getting a shout-out in a blog?
now I have to come out and defend my lack of caps, o lady of queso.
I started uncapping in the late nineties, and I did it expressly because I went through a drug-induced haze in my terrible twenties where I journaled farrr too often about minutiae that no one should ever be compelled to think, let alone read, and I felt that capping was a sign of literature-related inequality. (?!??) yeah. nutso. but it's where it began, and I went with it, when I started using email in '99, and I was all fierce and twenty-something in my refusal to bow to the mandates of the english professor squadron, ...
and then a few years later, I discovered how annoying it was to read uncapitalized sentences/etc., and I tried to unravel the habit.
look how far that got me.
at least I capitalize "I." although that bothers me, too, because it makes me more important than everything else I write about.
did you ask for this? in your comments section, no less? no. am I deeply embarrassed for unloading my fifty-pound bags of guilt here? oh, yes.
do you hate me for doing so? probably.
(feel free to come over to my blog and rant endlessly in the comments whenever your heart desires, sweet cheese woman.)
“And my down bitches, they be ready to kill; I be like chill, they be like..That's my nigga for real.” It was either this commentary or the Hipster bingo Parliaments that sealed it....I be ready to kill if any blogstyle gangsta shit goes down at the homie Quesos crib.
"Destiny" is only one of many, many greats on that Zero 7 CD.
Nice song list! I so need an ipod. I am craving one like sooo bad, but I think I have to wait until Christmas. :(
I am still pissed at you for getting your butt checked out by Matt Damon. Kevin Bacon ever checks out your ass, or Jon Bon Jovi admires your raven locks, we are so over. (Kidding. A little.)
And J, of course you like getting a shout-out in a blog! It's human nature. That's why I only comment in other people's blogs instead of writing my own. If I am mentioned in my own blog it can be self-aggrandizing; if I am mentioned in this one, I am "part of the dialogue". Plus, I am too lazy to blog.
I am going to start commenting as Super Zoe. I feel left out without an alias
I am not nearly cool enough to be here. I have heard of, um...ZERO of these people, with the exception of Pete yorn whose name I know but not his music. Feel free to mail me some mp3s and enlighten my sorry, 80s music-listening self.
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