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It has been awhile since I last listened to Stiff Little Fingers. Can it be that I haven't really listened to them since I lived in Chicago?
They remind me of my first apartment on Clifton Street, shared with 3-5 other people, the numbers varying according to who among our friends happened to be in need of a place to crash.
And it's not just that I listened to them a lot back than, although I did. It's also the quality of the music. The crisp guitars like the icy air that always managed to penetrate our thin walls, and the vocals, tinny as the neighbors who argued in the apartment underneath ours, muffled as attempts at conversation with chattering teeth bundled in thick scarves iced over from breath condensation.
This is why it makes me shiver to listen to Stiff Little fingers this morning. This is why it warms me.
(Sample Track: Wasted Life)
Man, I am so glad my desktop computer is up and running. I really missed hearing music with speakers.
Here's my Random Ten. I'm not sure if I've mentioned my Last.fm account...but I have one here. I totally love last.fm.
Here's what I have been filling my senses with lately:
Eating:
the kids and I are cooking our way around the world with the Kids' Around the World Cookbook. It is amazing what they will eat when they have a hand in making it.
Reading:
I am reading The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin, the Sexual Life of Catherine M. by Catherine Millet, and The Gift of Fear by Gavin DeBecker. The kids and I are reading the second book in the Pendragon series, and Leaves of Grass.
Listening:
I am listening to a ton of stuff, but I am allowing myself to be heavily influenced by the musical tastes of the sole musician in Black Wax Machine. So lots of guitar stuff. Ethereal. Instrumental. Quavering and wavering. And Jimi Hendrix! Wow.
Watching:
I am working my way through all of the episodes of Futurama. Last week I watched the Boondocks Saints (I think is what it is called). I saw the Bjork movie the other night in the theater. Puffy Chair movie. I am sure there are things I can say about all of these, but I can't think of anything off of the top of my head.
Doing:
Mostly just a lot of sitting around thinking about cleaning up the place. Getting by. It has been a very lazy in practical things, active in my heartfelt pursuits kind of last few weeks. The kids and I play cards and go swimming a lot. I take my walks. Get embroiled in things. Have endless conversations in chat. My house is breaking. I am planning a maybe trip to chicago in the fall. Maybe. And I am dreaming of buying a mandolin, and a tattoo.
Thinking:
I am thinking about relationships and their parameters and rules. What I can accept and what I must reject - either by virtue of my own preferences or by virtue of my motherhood and the limits it places on my freedom. I hate to say it like that, but there is a certain amount of caution I must exercise when it comes to tripping around after love. It is, of course, up to me to define those limits. And I am thinking a lot about that. Also, the book. I am thinking about finding someone to help me select what goes in and what does not. And to help me with some decisions about future publishing ventures. I might just make the book more of an annual zine kind of thing. We will see.
Feeling:
Absolute and total bliss. Terror, to some extent. hahaha. Love - Deep and abiding and difficult to place or define. Panic about random little stupid things in my life. Contentment. A desire for order balanced with a seeming need to create disorder. Sexiness. A kind of restless laziness. Sure-footedness. Love.
that about describes where I'm at right now.
Good Woman
by Cat Power
I want to be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I cant see you no more
cause I dont want to be a bad woman
I cant stand to see you to be a bad man
I will miss your heart so tender
I will love this love forever
This is why I am leavin
And this is why I cant see ya no more
And this is why I am lying
When I say I dont love ya no more
I want to be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man
And this is why I am leavin
And this is why I cant see ya no more
And this is why I am lying
When I say that I dont love you no more
The Fate Of The Human Carbine
by Peter Jeffries (as interpreted by Cat Power/chan marshall)
Thinks of money all the time,
Doing it to annoy her,
She's on his conscience day and night,
So he acts like her employer.
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall,
Keep the bastards guessing.
He likes to take the long way home,
It's another fine decision,
From six to seven he'll be all alone,
So he turns on televison,
Doesn't even notices this is the hours roll by,
It's lost inside the screen,
Watches the film about the evening sky,
It was someone else's dream.
All come peep through the wall,
Keep the bastards guessing,
All come and peep through a hole in the wall,
Just to watch his heart undressing,
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall,
Because you look so impressive.
In order to inspire myself to do some major housecleaning today, I made a mix CD of random, upbeat tunes for myself. It just so happened that two of these tunes were created by two different musician friends of mine that I introduced to each other awhile back in hopes of them possibly working together. The songs came on one right after the other, and I laughed out loud because I realized, even though the two musician friends got along pretty well, both of them had confided in me "Don't tell [other musician friend] this, but I really don't like his music all that much."
Thankfully, since I am not an uber-competitive music dude, I can stand on the periphery and enjoy it all!
HA!
You know the drill. Fire up the music player of your choice, put it on shuffle (as if there's any OTHER way to listen to music!) and list the first ten you hear. Pray that nothing dorky comes up.
Bonus Tracks:
Lots of stuff planned this weekend. I wonder what the soundtrack will be like.

Bonus Tracks:
Badgerings: Friday Random Ten :
Bonus Tracks:
Wow. Bel Biv Devoe? I don't think I have anything quite. that. bad. in my collection. Let's see, though:
Bonus Tracks
Quote Devout Unquote
The Beauty Pill
Oh Show some shame
Santa Claus he died for your sins
Or was it the other way around?
Or was there someone else involved?
Facts Dates and Names
It's all the same
You never know
We sink and We dive and
You never know
Chorus:
Dog spit is cleaner than human
Same goes for cognition
Pain is pure, pain is fleeting
To see and touch Smell and taste and listen
There's no objection
Asked and answered
Sustained but it goes to the heart
of motivation
You never know
You never know
There's no black ops
Yeah, nobody's reading your mail
No matte-finished helicopters
To swoop down and snatch you
Out of the habitrail
Just bullet points
And bullet points
This one's pass, this one's fail
We sink and we dive and
You never know
Chorus
+It's so hard to know
how to let go
It's so hard to know
how to let go
It's so hard to know
how to let go
It's easy to learn
how to let go
let go
let go
let go...
Cause you never know.
Linking to Norbizness again this week. Because, you know, the Cramps!. I cannot figure out why I don't have any Cramps in my MP3 Library. I'm sure I have at least 2 CD's...the rest is on vinyl.
Anyway, here goes (sorry, no coolness audits here):
Bonus Tracks:
Damn, that's a good mix.
If I ever meet Colin Meloy, I will tell him that, one time, I got to see the Smiths in concert (The Queen is Dead tour, Chicago, 1989(?) Aragon Ballroom)& I was upfront and I can't remember anything about the show because it was hot & stuffy & the girl in front of me was smoking & almost set my Aqua Net coated mane on fire & mostly because Mr. No-hips, no-butt himself was up on stage, shirtless, prancing and jumping about & all I had the wherewithal to think was "What the Hell is holding his pants up?"
And then I would invite him over for soup & maybe he'd tell me a story with lots of pirates and parapets, pachyderms and palanquins & just when I started to yawn and/or reach for the dictionary, thinking "God, WILL this guy every SHUT UP?" he'd relate a charming tale about falling on his face in a soccer match & suddenly I would realize that what all seemed like pretentious tripe now appears to be somehow simultaneously self-effacing, sincere, witty, fantastic altar-reality clothed in a wonderfully operatic spectacle that leaves me grinning widely* and wondering "What happens next?".
But since I will never meet Colin Meloy, I will listen to "On the Bus Mall" and remember the part of the smiths show that I missed - the MUSIC - and I will think to myself, if Meloy is this decade's answer to Morrissey (and I mean that in a good way) we are in much better shape than it might seem. & how nice it is that there are still earnest musicians out there who pull off tremendous performances that would put Morrissey to shame & give me something (other than questioning the laws of gravity as applied to denim on a seemingly friction/obstacle-free surface - I mean, seriously...he HAD to have had, like SAFETY PINS or something holding those pants up...) to think about (and smile about). & I will listen to "Eli the Barrow Boy" and consider the fact that the Decemberists could very well be the Lemony Snicket of Indie bands. & I will listen to "Engine Driver" and wonder over pages and pages of fictions. & of course, I will listen to the "Mariners Revenge Song" and be simply overcome with delight.
& though I'm tempted to use big words to describe the most polysyllabic-word laden record in the history of the universe, I'll refrain.
This shit rocks.
*I truly believe the Decemberists are one of the funniest bands ever. I mean, "meet me on my vast veranda, my sweet untouched miranda?"..."I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair, hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by?" the entirity of "The Sporting Life" - come ON, that's funny shit! It's way funnier than anything They Might Be Giants have come up with & the kids actually seem to like The Decemberists more, too because, like Lemony Snicket, they don't condescend in the name of humor and wit.
Feministe :Friday Random Ten - The “Well, We Are Stuck With Stupid (For Three More Years)” Edition
We made it through yet another week, people. If it’s Friday somewhere, it’s time for the Friday Random Ten.Grab yourself a vat of your favorite brew, fire up your mp3 players, load every song on your drive, and list the first ten that tumble out.
(is anyone else delighted that the new version of MT allows you to assign multiple categories right from the beginning?)
Feministe » Friday Random Ten - The “Sactimonious Women’s Studies Set, Part Deux” Edition
Don't even ask me why I'm awake. I have spent the last 3 hours cooking and cleaning up and now I'm charging up all of the batteries I have for all of the digital equipment I can muster and I'm going to hit the sack.
The coffee is timed to brew at 6:45.
Operation Ivy - Unity
There's a war goin' down between my brothers tonight,
I don't want no war goin' down tonight.
Civilization? Ha! I call it as I see it.
I call it bullshit! You know, I still cannot believe it
Our evolution now has gone the way of hate
A world evolved resolved into its stupid fate.
Stop this war!
All so different yeah, I say we're all the same
All caught, you know, in the division game.
Self destruction fast impending like a bullet.
No one can stop it, once it's fired, no one can control it.
Stop this war!
A final word, wait it's not a call to action
We ain't no sect, we ain't no f**king faction.
Unity, Unity, you've heard it all before,
This time it's not exclusive we want to stop a war.
Unity as one, stand together,
Unity, evolution's gonna come!
I had four of them (and me) singing at the top of their (our) lungs. Windows down:
The Decemberists - The Legionnaire's Lament Lyrics
I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my gay paris
In this desert dry
And I wrote my girl
Told her I would not return
Terribly taken a turn
For the worse now I fear
It's been a year or more
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war
So far away from my home
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars,
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
La la la la dam
La la la low
Medicating in the sun
Pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland
Curses to this mirage!
A bottle of ancient Chiraz
A smattering of distant applause
Is ringing in my poor ears
On the old left bank
My baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length
Of the Champs Elysees
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again...
Be back again,
Be back again,
I'll be back again
When Monk first asked me about the lyrics of this song, I reinterpreted the first few lines as:
I'm a soldier in the desert. My camel is dead or dying, and I'm really freaking hot.
I asked him, why didn't they just write that?
He said "Because that would be a really lousy song."
I think I can write a unit study on poetry using The Decemberists' lyrics. The kids like them more than they like They Might Be Giants. I'm just sort of hoping they never get around to asking me what laudanum is.
Load all your mp3s into your player of choice, hit random and list the first ten to play. If you’re feeling sinister, exercise the coolness audit. Now, my pretties, leave yours in the comments or on your own site.
The list:
(if someone wants to "coolness audit" that for me, let me know. I have no idea what's cool and what's not, because I'm just a big old nerd.)
The Lyrics:
Want (or, one of the two best punk rock love songs, the other being "Chesterfield King," also by Jawbreaker)
by Jawbreaker
been staring for a hundred hours
run down a spiral drain
keep mouth clamped tight, and it isn't right
three words keep running round my mind
but my tongue is hard to find
i need to let it go, because i know
dark secrets burn their vessel
tearing out to grab a mouthful
chunk of heart destroyed by quiet
yell it out before it kills you now
let it all out
i want you...
used to let rumors do my work
they got around real well
now they only hurt, it's a liar's quirk
this time i gotta say it straight
i mean to do some good
i'm calling out your name, while the chance remains
i want you...
so now you know where i come from
my secret's come undone
my heart revealed my cause
i'm lying naked at your feet
don't crush the heart that bleeds
take me at my word, it may sound absurd but
i want you...
One last post before I pry my ass from the chair and force these unruly children (who are at this moment listening to a Lemony Snicket book on tape and crowing over the French word for shit) to come on a walk with me.
I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second
Beauty Pill
Into the abyss high beams on
After the severance pay is gone
Where do you plan to hide?
I was the seeing eye dog
That left your side
I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second
I'm just gonna close my eyes
Entreaties, invective, forget it
God loves a graceful exit
I say "risk" and you say "caused"
You choose "trapped" and I guess I choose
I choose lost
I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second
I'm just gonna close my eyes.
ex-lion tamer: ten i'm actually listening to...Like I said, though, it's pretty much a steady dose of Decemberists, Smart Went Crazy, and Beauty Pill around here. But I will give this a try off the top of my head:
I just slapped together this little mix for my teenage nephew who is into punk rock:
I'm glad my children have chosen such a richly literary and historically interesting band as their first shared favorite.
I really want to take the kids to see them live in September at La Zona Rosa.
Don't EVEN ask.
(my favorite song of late)
It's always pretty after an apocalypse
So we strolled past the flowers
Planted by the bloods and crips
And they chose white lilies
Cause they're such wacky kids
It was a good day
Damn right, it was a good day
Almost all the hypocrites and demagogues were gone
Like the sacramental moment
In a last poets song
And bayard rustin came back
Just to bitch slap farrakhan
It was a good day
Damn right, it was a good day
Burned to the ground
We knew it would
burst into bloom
Healthy and good
So we struck that match
And went back to sleep
Lee atwater was on the corner
Turning tricks
Clutching the failed box set
Of his heartfelt blues licks
He said "I think I liked the ghetto better
When it was sick"
It was a good day
Damn Right, I gotta say it was a good day
Razed to the ground
We knew it would
burst into bloom
Healthy and good
Bayard Rustin smiled
And went back to sleep
Good morning, America
(smart went crazy)
I spent a lot of time yesterday on the summer mix, making three versions before I had the song list and the order of songs down. Please email me if you would like for me to mail you a copy. Paypal donations or trades accepted.
Here's the track listing:
The Decemberists — July, July!
Cibo Matto — Flowers
Dog-Faced Hermans — Madame la Mer
Cat Power — American Flag
Beauty Pill — Lifeguard in the Wintertime
Rasputina - Brand New Key
REM — The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight
Smart Went Crazy - A Good Day
Fugazi — Burning
The Clash — (White Man) in Hammersmith Palais
Screeching Weasel — Hey Suburbia
Cletus — 8 Ways to Hate you
Sweet Honey in the Rock — I Love to Laugh
Billie Holiday — Georgia on My Mind
Beth Gibbons — Sand River
Portishead — Mysterons
Beauty Pill — Nancy Medley, Girl Genius, Age 15
Flaming Lips — It’s Summertime
Fiona Apple — Mistake
The English Beat — Stand Down Margaret
Operation Ivy — These Boots are Made for Walking
(I am too cool to use a coolness scale)
in case you don't know the drill:
I have this mix CD that my friend burning door sent me last year. It took me about 6 months of listening to it a little bit here and there to totally get hooked, but now I go throught phases about once a month or so where it does not leave my turntable, even though I'm hopelessly ADD about music and need to have my 50 cd changer on shuffle most of the time to feel like i'm getting a good enough variety.
Anyway, this CD is a mix of songs from Beauty Pill and Smart Went Crazy. I am just going to have to go out and buy all of their music. Smart Went Crazy sort of remind me of Mission of Burma in some ways, and they have some of the best lyrics I have heard in quite some time. My favorite that just makes me laugh out loud whenever I think about someone writing it is:
"There's a loud stereo and it plays the soundtrack to your clothes."
That was a huge build-up, I know, to one little line of lyrics. But my point, I guess, is that the entire mix of songs is filled with little brilliant one-liners like that. Both bands. It's sort of beautiful...like when I went me and the kids were on a walk yesterday and we spied a really beautiful garden with a million different colors and textures of flowers poking up all over the place, and perfectly blended, but smack in the middle of the whole thing, looking for all the world like a gigantic blue flower, was a big old purple cabbage. That's the kind of beauty...whimsical and profound, all at the same time. I love those qualities in lyricists and, apparently, gardeners.
Random Ten for this week:
It's that time of the week again, but where I'm from Chagrin doesn't rhyme with ten (and, yes, I know the meter is off on that. Fuck you. It's 8 in the morning):
This is what is currently loaded up in the CD Jukebox:
Newman Passage - Souvenir Complication
Jill Sobule - Pink Pearl
Moon - Get it Through Your Heart
v/a - Leather Egg's Hot Summer Night mix CD
v/a - Souns of the Eighties: The Early
80s: Take Two
v/a - Accident Hash Tunes mix CD
Oblivion - Shoot Me a Waco
v/a - Madame Insane's Winter Solstice 2004 mix CD
v/a - Music Brings us All Closer mix CD
The Ex - Starters Alternators
Cat Power - You Are Free
No Empathy - They Want Whatever
Violent Femmes - Freak Magnet
v/a - Electro Lainieland mix CD
v/a - Wiggles and Giggles Kindermusik Home CD
Camper Van Beethoven - Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart
v/a - Not So Quiet on the Western Front
v/a - Let Them Eat Jellybeans
The F.U.'s - Kill for Christ
The Feederz - Jesus E.P.
John Trubee - A Blind Man's Penis 7" single
Sludgeworth - What's This?
Public Enemy - Revolverlution
63 Eyes - self-titled
Mr. Bungle - California
Vince Guaraldi - Oh, Good Grief
Bad Religion - Recipe for Hate
Hey Everyone...this is my spring mix. If you want to hit me up for a copy, just e-mail me. Paypal accepted for postage if you can, but I'm always REALLY slow getting these out and I can't promise I'll be any faster if you paypal me.
Spearhead - Listener Supported
KRS-One - I'm Still #1
Operation Ivy - Plea For Peace
Bikini Kill - Reject All American
Fugazi - Shut the Door
Knitters - The New World
Handsome Family - Amelia Earhart vs. The Dancing Bear
The Jags - Back of my Hand
Spearhead - Sometimes
T. Rex - Century Boy
Buzzcocks - Orgasm Addict
English Beat - Big Shot
De La Soul - Eye Know
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Here Comes the Sun
Handsome Family - Puddin' Fingers
Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan - That's Alright, Mama
English Beat - Sorry
Peter Tosh & Bob Marley - Soul Shakedown
The Police (or is it just Sting?) - King of Pain
English Beat - Can't Get Used to Losing You
Fiona Apple - Get Gone
Violent Femmes - Promise
X-Ray Spex - I can't Do Anything
Rox Populi : Friday Random Ten - Do I Really Own This Shit? Edition
ETA:
Jason's Random Ten is here.
Rox Populi : Friday Random Ten - Happy New Year Edition
Here's the new mix - e-mail me if you are interested in obtaining a copy.
Killing Joke - 80's
Social Distortion - Ring of Fire
The Clash - All the Young Punks
Public Enemy - Welcome to the Terrordome
De La Soul - Held Down (with Cee Lo)
Jimmy Cliff - Rise Up
Culturecide - Act Like the Rich
Knitters - New World
Bran Van 3000 - Old School
English Beat - Mirror in the Bathroom
Bran Van 3000 - Mama Don't Smoke
Sonic Youth and Cypress Hill - I Love Mary Jane
Throbbing Gristle - AB/7A
Eastern Dub Tactic - Asra (Travel By Night)
Portishead - Humming
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Bring it On
Air - All I need
Thelonious Monk - Monk's Mood
Billie Holiday - Lover Come Back To Me
Rox Populi : Friday Random Ten - The Dingo Ate My Baby Edition
I guess Roxanne isn't around today, so I'm doing my Friday Random Ten without her:
Here's what's playing on my old-fashioned CD Jukebox:
Opening Theme - Camper Van Beethoven
Never Grow Old - Toots & the Maytals
Reflections of Woody Guthrie - V/A
Clean Pond Crossing - Ella Jenkins
Hand Jive - Greg & Steve
Interlude - Camper Van Beethoven
Locomotion - John Coltrane
Numbers and Alphabets - Ella Jenkins
Stay Human (All the Freaky People) - Michael Franti & Spearhead
Ana Ng - They Might Be Giants
A Big Pig Sty - Ella Jenkins
Boots - Laurie Berkner
Clean Up Week - Ella Jenkins
Flowers - Camper Van Beethoven
I Feel So Crazy So I Jump in the Soup - Laurie Berkner
Shakin' Down the Sugar - Laurie Berkner
Trane's Blues - John Coltrane
Purple Toupee - They Might Be Giants
Anishinabe - V/A
Cuckoo's Nest - Nickel Creek
Fur & Feathers - Anne Hill
It's a Beautiful Day - Greg & Steve
NNew Moon Song - Anne Hill
Red Beans & Rice - Spearhead
Thank You - Michael Franti & Spearhead
Trucks - Laurie Berkner
Yes and No - Ella Jenkins
Want it? E-mail me (drublood at mindspring dot com) and I'll send it out sometime within the next year or so. It wouldn't hurt if you'd like to paypal me some postage money, but it probably won't make it get to you any faster.
Here's the autumn mix. If anyone wants one, e-mail me your address, and I'll send it along - hopefully before the end of autumn.
Air — Radio #1 (Senor Coconut Remix)
Toots and the Maytals — Never Grow Old
Spearhead — Runfayalife
Ani DiFranco — Names and Dates and Times
Bjork — A Hidden Place
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds — Gates to the Garden
The Decemberists — Here I Dreamt I was an Architect
Cake — Stickshifts and Safetybelts
Stereo Total — Forever 16
Girl Trouble — Sister Mary Motorcycle
Camper Van Beethoven — Opening Theme
Public Enemy — Son of a Bush
Eastern Dub Tactic — Blood is Shining
Camper Van Beethoven — She Divines Water
Modest Mouse — 3rd Planet
Cat Power — Nude as the News
Le Tigre — Well, Well, Well
Cake — She’ll Come Back To Me
Mahlathini - Mbaqanga
Rox Populi : Friday Random Ten - My Soul is Still Catching Up With My Body Edition
If you haven't done it before, pull out your IPOD or MP3 player. Set your contraption to random play and list the first ten songs you get.
"When the end comes to this old world,
the righteous will cry and the rest will curl up,
and god won't take the time to sort your ashes from mine
Cuz we zig and zag between good and bad,
Stumble and fall on right and wrong
And the tumbling dice and the luck of the draw
just leads us all..."
-Camper Van Beethoven from "When I Win The Lottery"
"And sometimes I flap my arms like a hummingbird
Just to remind myself I'll never fly
And sometimes I burn my arms with cigarettes,
Just to pretend I won't scream when I die."
-The Handsome Family "Drunk by Noon"
Here's the summer mix. I sent out the last of the spring mixes yesterday (except for a few of you in canada/uk). I probably didn't get around to everyone, but if you want me to try to send you a mix, feel free to e-mail me your address, and I will attempt to send it!
Here's the track listing:
1)Air - The Vagabond
2)Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - I Let Love In
3)Air - Clouds Up
4)Spearhead - Love is Da Shit
5)Sinead O'Connor - Three Babies
6)Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Into My Arms
7)Lucky Dube - My Game
8)Bran Van 3000 - Carry On
9)I can't remember the name of this song or the artist, but it's damn good.
10)Cibo Matto - Sugar Water
11)The Clash - The Guns of Brixton
12)Spearhead - Gas Gauge (Tha World's in Your Hands)
13)Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes
14)Macy Gray - Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak
15)They Might Be Giants - Stand on Your Own Head
16)Velvet Underground - One of These Days
17)Rasputina - Stumpside
18)The Knitters - The New World
It's a surprisingly good mix. I'm thinking about nixing the second nick cave song and throwing Artichoke by Cibo matto on there. We'll see. Opinions?
The Clash - Straight to Hell
Cranberries - The Icicle Melts
Glorious Din - Circle Star
Camper Van Beethoven - Sweethearts
Nick Cave - Lime-Tree Arbor
Johnny Cash - Green, Green Grass of Home
the Clash - Should I Stay or Should I Go
The Clash - Cheat
Johnny Cash - Jackson
Spearhead - Keep me Lifted
PJ Harvey - The Sky Lit Up
Camper Van Beethoven - One of These Days (live)
Blondie - Rapture
Nick Cave - Rock of Gibralter
Bjork - Isobel
Spearhead - Soulshine
Bjork - Aurora
a Tribe Called Quest - Like it Like That
Spearhead - Stay Human (all the freaky people)
Camper Van Beethoven - Life is Grand
Sound good? e-mail me your address, and I should be able to get you a copy by the end of spring.
Those of you who did not get a winter mix...it was most likely because I never got your address. Even if you have sent me your address in the past, send it again. If anyone feels like they want to donate to the blank CD and/or postage fund, you can click on my paypal link.
I Let Love In
Nick Cave
Despair and Deception, Love's ugly little twins
Came a-knocking on my door, I let them in
Darling, you're the punishment for all of my former sins
I let love in
I let love in
The door it opened just a crack, but Love was shrewd and bold
My life flashed before my eyes, it was a horror to behold
A life-sentence sweeping confetti from the floor of a concrete hole
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
Well I've been bound and gagged and I've been terrorized
I've been castrated and I've been lobotomized
But never has my tormenter come in such a cunning disguise
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
O Lord, tell me what I done
Please don't leave me here alone
Where are my friends?
My friends are gone
O Lord, tell me what I done
Please don't leave me here alone
Where are my friends?
My friends are gone
I let love in
I let love in
So if you're sitting all alone and hear a-knocking at you door
and the air is full of promises, well buddy, you've been warned
Far worse to be Love's lover than the lover that Love has scorned
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in
I let love in

I was listening to this last night, and it struck me very suddenly that this album is more than 10 years old. almost 15 years old. Is this really as timeless as I think it is, or is it a sign of my age that I find it so?
Of course, I will always associate REM with JS, who I blogged about in my reminiscing category this week. I remember he made a tape of REM and Big Country for me and I loved him dearly for it. I remember being at his work party, sitting on his car, and he was explaining to me that "The Finest Worksong" is not a love song. I know that's not on Green, but it's one of my favorite memories of J. In his working class clothes with his working class ideals, before he went to art school and well before he drowned himself in corporate america and lost (at least apparently) his artistic vision.
So maybe this is why REM is timeless to me. It represents a part of my youth that I choose not to forget, because if I forget it, JS and all of the othe