It’s a new month, hallelujah
Here’s what my August looked like.
It’s a new playlist month, hallelujah!!!
I love this one.
Remember to follow it if you’re into it because I tend to add songs as the month goes on. Some notes:
The Fleetwoods song that kicks it off, I’d never heard before, and begged Siri to give me details about it at 8am one morning while sitting in a parking space outside work, my lunch bag in one hand.
Our household is going through a M A J O R Orville Peck thing at the moment, and it’s not a big deal at all don’t even bother to think about it but two days after we really started obsessing over him, Larry went to LA for work and got invited to some industry party WHERE ORVILLE WAS THERE and he sang in a backyard and Larry casually chatted with him it’s whateverrrrrr and once Larry was home and relaying these tales, we made some very funny jokes about how he should have gone to the bathroom and come out in a fringed mask made of toilet paper.
Jonathan Richman is occasionally a little much for a playlist, but This Kind of Music is a perfect gleaming gem and I love 50s backup vocals on any tune, of course (see the first bullet), and especially on wide-eyed proto-punk ones.
If you would have, for some reason, monitored this playlist closely for the past three days, you would have seen about five Lana songs from the new album appear and then disappear there as I agonized over which one to include (Venice Bitch is perfect but nine minutes long!!!). I feel strongly that my next dumb tattoo will be LDR themed so memo to my coworkers, please don’t bring Lana Del Rey up in any meetings for the next 10 years, thanks
My bud Jenny Owen Youngs is releasing new songs from her upcoming EP Night Shift and it’s just best for you, honestly, if you hear them. If you’re like “omg J.O.Y.” and realizing you’ve been a fan of hers since Fuck Was I 100 years ago (YOU HAVE BEEN, AS HAVE WE ALL!!!), potentially throw some money at her to never stop writing also.
Speaking of even more music,
Not proud of this but
Friday night, Larry and I were in his studio playing around and I kept asking him to play songs I could sing. He played “Blister in the Sun” and coached me through the fun middle parts where it goes whispery. More, I demanded, more! Then he busted out some Prince, assuming I’d know the words, at which point I had to remind him that… despite having many other sparkling personal traits, I just… kind of missed the boat on Prince.
I blame being born in 1983, way too young to be horny for the horny late-80s songs and then suddenly a teenager, overhearing “1999” and overall small-town baffled by the only Prince fact that reached Sidell, IL, which was that he had changed his name to a “love symbol.” I mean, I’m alive in the world, so I know the hooks to Raspberry Beret and Little Red Corvette, and I’ve always appreciated the idea of Prince (talent! gender-bending! sex!) as an adult, but from a fuzzy distance.
Larry’s theory was that the easiest way to get Prince as an adult, the shortcut to context, would be to watch Prince videos and just see it all in motion.
So we sat on the couch and watched these together, and I, ah…. it, um… worked:
Larry also, right then and there in his studio, put together a 2.5-hour Prince playlist for me to shuffle:
PRINCE SEPTEMBER, Y’ALL!!!
Speaking of reluctantly admitting facts about thyself that intersect with pop culture,
I gotta say……I don’t make the rules
Never once has anyone responded to this fact in a way that wasn’t basically “…….oh wow, I kinda wish I didn’t know this???” and yet I’m honestly compelled by a force larger than myself because *Beyonce voice* God is real.
Alright. What are we focusing on this month? One good thing I did in August was perfect my morning coffee. I gotta think about what to do for September.
Oh, I got cast in a play, so I suspect I’ll re-re-re-re-learn the core lesson that before you can go nuts exploring choices and finding the boundaries of your character by trying everything every which way, you unfortunately have to do the drudgery of just learning your damn lines. (It’s a metaphor also!!!!!! We’ll talk about it!!)
Happy long weekends, friends.
I love you,
Lindsey