L is flying out to Boston tonight and will be gone until Friday, so I took advantage of my one evening of relative freedom this week to go for a walk with some jams in my ears. Unfortunately, I still haven’t programmed the iPod Shuffle that L got for me TWO Mother’s Days ago with my favorite music, so any time I go for a walk I’m forced to contend with L’s song selection. And let’s just say it’s a bit … different than mine. The upside of having dissimilar tastes in music with your husband is that you are constantly exposed to new bands that you wouldn’t normally come across on your every day Pandora sessions. This unfortunately is also the downside, because it means you spend most of what was intended to be an arm-swinging, heart-pumping power walk permanently crossing your left arm across your chest to shuffle through 20 songs until you find one that doesn’t make you want to careen off the sidewalk into traffic.
Anyhoozleberries! All of that is to say that on my excursion last night, I was in the middle of a lengthy song-skipping bender when the beginning of this tune came on and my finger paused—not because I liked it, but because it was so weird. Fortunately my proclivity for rejection was slightly longer than the terrible first six seconds, because after that six seconds it got awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I’ll be dadgummed if I wasn’t motivated enough to break out into a old man shuffly JOG.
tUnE-YaRdS, “My Country”
The New Pornographers have been a favorite of mine for about a year now, and despite their weird choice of group name, they have some fantastic albums. I’m not sure I’ve found a song of theirs I dislike. This one is a strong contender for my favorite, and it’s entirely because of the music past the 2:08 mark. (Although the music before that ain’t too shabby either.)
The New Pornographers, “The Bleeding Heart Show”
This isn’t new music to any of you, I know. But how can I not include it? I could fill a whole post with her music. I feel like I am a more soulful person just for listening, like her music gives me the ability to open my mouth and belt out a throaty, head-shaking number by the force of osmosis. So, so good.
(Also, my brother showed me this video for the first time, and we both marveled at the fact that it was someone’s job to fill all those glasses with water and place them side by side in that room. And shatter all those plates. And dance in flour. Music industry people must have some bizarre resumes.)
Adele, “Rolling In The Deep”
When my sister and brother and L and I went to go see Guster in February, a band called Jukebox the Ghost opened for them, and I liked them instantly. I’m terrible at describing what it is about music that makes me love it. I’m not sure it’s a process that’s analyzable, and even if it were I wouldn’t really want to pin a formula on my music taste. I think I just go with how a song makes me feel and move and most importantly, whether it’s the kind of song I could use as a soundtrack to some part of my life.
This song makes me: feel like things are changing in a good way, and makes me want to jump up and down and spin around in a circle with my head tilted back to the sky. And I already have the opening montage planned for my the video.
Also, I have a crush on the whole band. Collectively. So there’s that.
Jukebox the Ghost, “Good Day”
Your turn, please. Tell me your favorite song of the moment, and why it butters your bread.