Some music just sounds better in certain settings. Like seeing an animal in its natural habitat instead of in a zoo. Over time, I have developed a musical geography of sorts, mapping the places where I hear certain songs more clearly and which, as a result, have become inextricably bound up with those songs in a way that is now impossible to untangle.
This Playlist is a sampling of tunes on my musical map, songs that have become inextricably linked with certain places.
To immunize your child against pop, play this mix late at night while the infant is nursing. For best results, repeat often.
“The Way We Move” is filled with finely crafted acoustic nuggets that defy easy categorization. Some have a Celtic quality, others a jazz influence, but always present is the spare, troubadour spirit of Bob Dylan.
While brass drives the music of St. Paul & The Broken Bones, the roots of classic rock are all in there, blended together in a powerfully unique sound.
The Holiday Season is upon us and once again I find myself flailing around for gifts. Music used to be my go-to gift, but no more. The Streaming Age has robbed us of the ability to give music as a gift; my dream of one day presenting my son with every Rolling Stones album has been abandoned.
Not only has the Streaming Age eliminated our ability to give albums and CDs as gifts, but we are now living in a world without mixed tapes. This week’s Playlist features songs from the embarrassingly-sappy “Matt-in-Mourning” mixed tape I made for my now-wife when she went to Europe for a summer during college.
One of the staples of my teenage radio-listening days was the “Old, New, Borrowed and Blue” sets on WNEW in NYC. This is my first post employing the format. It features, among others, the great Richard Thompson.
Shovels and Rope mix lots of different musical elements all dear to classic rock fans. There’s folk, bluegrass, rock, garage, country, and a hint of punk, all tied together with pitch-perfect harmonies.
These tracks may not be about ghosts and goblins, but they nonetheless cast a long, dark shadow of foreboding.