“Immune” by Low is so beautiful – the perfect music for a damp gray day.
It would be even better with the crackling of a fire in the background, but I won’t dwell on that. It’s not even that necessary when you get right down to it, because this song is like a warm sonic fuzzy blanket.
Cuddle up, here.
Yuck.
Love the name, love their sound. I must admit, I still stumble over the fact that there is a ’90s revival going on. It seems too soon. Of course I know it’s 10 years out and all, but…
However you classify them, they’re great.
Here’s “Georgia,” a song that if listened to early, guarantees a good start to the day.
Yesterday I walked a total of about 6 blocks and my leg was killing me by the time I got home. Definitely more pain than the Malevich exhibit (which was the reason I ventured out) deserved. It was good and all, but on the pain-being-worth-it scale, it fails miserably.
That said, if you’re ambulatory, it’s definitely worth seeing. Gagosian Galleries seem to be as common as Starbucks these days; this is at the uptown one.
Speaking of pain, don’t call me me pain! My name is mystery! Thank you yesterday and thank you pain for putting this one in my head. The Pop Group were so, so, so ahead of their time. Here’s “Don’t Call Me Pain.”
Now go enjoy your day.
Love,
Mystery
Is it just me or did girls actually look better in the ’60s? Or maybe just French girls? I mean you really only have to look at any Godard film and I’m pretty sure my theory is proven rather easily.
I’ve had the super catchy Serge Gainsbourg written track, “Laisse Tomber Les Filles” in my head since I woke up. It’s fun and bouncy and perfect for a lovely sunny day. It was recorded in 1964 by a then-17 year old France Gall and I guarantee you’ll have it in your head all day long as well.
I also love the video that was done for it. Her hair is totally messed up when she’s outside, but it doesn’t matter in the least. I guess she just has a certain je ne sais quoi.
Download the song here, but watch the video below too.
Merci.
John Martyn, 1975
I mostly hate April Fool’s themed posts and tweets and pranks, but I do have the perfectly themed song for today, so I’m going to embrace it.
John Martyn’s “Hello Train,” from his second album way back in ’68, is too perfect not to post. I had heard some of his songs here and there over the years, but I didn’t really truly understand the joys of Mr. Martyn till my friend John Robertson shared the lot with me. And wow. Not sure how I had that big hole in my music library, but I was glad to fill it.
Now here’s an odd coincidence. John and I have a mutual friend, Jason Koxvold, who is an utterly amazing photographer; you should absolutely check out his work pronto.
John Martyn circa 1975 completely looks like a relative of Jason’s. Maybe not a brother, but definitely a first cousin. I realize this story will only be (mildly) interesting to John and Jason, but as of today, you’ve gotten three months of free songs, so don’t even think about complaining.
Download it here.
Wow, you know what needs to be resurrected right now, as in immediately? En Vogue’s “My Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It,” that’s what.
I don’t think I’ve heard this since 1992. And I’m sure back then I was probably listening to it at 2am not 2pm, but either way, it is sooo good.
Download it now, as in immediately, and crank it up LOUD.
30 years ago today John Hinckley, Jr. shot President Reagan to impress Jodie Foster. He wrote her this letter before doing so:
Over the past seven months I’ve left you dozens of poems, letters and love messages in the faint hope that you could develop an interest in me. Although we talked on the phone a couple of times I never had the nerve to simply approach you and introduce myself. […] the reason I’m going ahead with this attempt now is because I cannot wait any longer to impress you.
He called it “the greatest love offering in the history of the world.” I can’t stop wondering what he felt when he found out she was gay. I mean, that’s got to have affected him, no?
I’ve been thinking about other murder stories today. Here’s one of my favorites – because YOU JUST CAN’T MAKE THIS STUFF UP.
Years ago, a man named Auburn Hare was born in Arkansas. Even though I love that name, he preferred to go under the name Pat Hare. Go figure. Anyway, he was a crazy good blues guitarist and played on a ton of early Sun Records blues releases.
In 1954, he recorded “I’m Gonna Murder My Baby” and 8 years later he delivered his promise. And then he murdered the cop who investigated the killing. I mean if he didn’t want to get caught, he shouldn’t have recorded the song, right? Of course his friends described him as a quiet, unassuming man. Some things never change.
You can download the prophecy right here.
I posted the song to impress Jodie Foster. Does anyone have her email address so I can send it to her? Jeez, don’t get all wigged out! It’s just a little love offering.
Oh boy, I am so tired. I got only three hours of sleep last night and I’m operating on super low battery power.
In other news, this morning I saw a huge possum.
Perfect day for “Asleep” by The Smiths, no? Yes, it is.
I’m confused. And for once it has to do with work and not the other parts of my life. In a way, that’s kind of refreshing!
So, for the foreseeable future, I’m going to sing Jonathan Richman’s “I’m So Confused.” Well, at least till I am no longer feeling that way. Ready, set, go!
I’m so confused.
I’m so confused.
I’m so confused.
Join me, here.
Oh my, it’s 9p already. How did that happen?! I’ve been obsessed today with the idea of re-doing a room in my apartment to make it a functioning office and all I’ve done is look at desks today. Well, from the comfort of my home, with my big ole boot up, in between dozing on and off. But you get the idea.
As an aside, phone and email on silent all day is an amazing experience. I’m sure I’ll pay the price catching up when I turn them on in a moment, but I’m still putting all that off for a minute or two more so I can post today’s song before it becomes tomorrow’s song!
And of course it’s (very) vaguely furniture related – that is, if you consider a car furniture. I kind of do. And here in Margauxville we like loose interpretations.
Download “Warm Leatherette” here by The Normal. That’s the one you want. But some people like Grace Jones better. And I can respect that. Sometimes I do too. You can get that one here.
For those who are interested in my progress on the desk front…I didn’t solve it. Yet. But I will use every available brain cell space till I crack it.
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