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Common Thought and The Ertswhile Showcase *A Robert Thomson Mix*
SIDE A: Common Thought
SIDE B: The Ertswhile Showcase
Featuring music of:
Oliver Onions
Bruno Nicolai
SSgt. Barry Sadler
Stelvio Cipriani
The Fleetwoods
The Shangri-Las
France Gall
Robert Wyatt
Ray Noble and his Orchestra, with special guest Al Bowly
Riz Ortolani
The Beach Boys
Tages
Patty Andrews
Marino Falco
The Joe Meek Orchestra
and
Marcie Blane
april-hop *a meredith heil mix*
In honor of my favorite beer (Aprihop by Dogfish Head) and my favoritemonth (April, duh) I bring you a super fresh hip hop dance mix. Thesemight not be the best tracks out there but they sure make me feel likegetting down and drinkin beer. Holla back.
SIDE A: Drink Up
Swagga Like Us: Jay-Z feat. Kanye West & Lil Wayne
Hi Hater: Maino
Street Talkin': Slick Rick
Welcome to Atlanta (remix): JD feat. P Diddy, Murphy Lee, and Snoop Dogg
SIDE B: Get Low
Public Service Announcement: DJ Danger Mouse
Hate It Or Love It: The Game feat. 50 Cent
Something You Forgot: Lil Wayne
Rude Boy: Rihanna
Heart Of The City (Aint No Love): Jay-Z
o'r the other side *an amy fort mix*
it's never dark where i sleep. lads with well lit faces and long dark shadows charm me in my dreams.
and i'm cold when i wake up. in my head i'm somewhere else. somewhere far away and lonely. somewherewhere the hardships are obvious, where a broken heart or a cracked ribare not complained about. where there are thoughts, there is touch,there exists feelings even, from time to time, but there is no buzzingand there is no doubt, and beliefs shift into truths and those leftbehind are the only ones who can comfort me.
i am not scared.
no, i am not scared.
SIDE A:
Shallow Grave: The Tallest Man On Earth
My Manic and I: Laura Marling
Dancing on Our Graves: The Cave Singers
Cello Song: The Books ft. Jose Gonzalez
Faded Coat of Blue: Jolie Holland
SIDE B:
(Clip from) Pro Life: Bill Hicks
Die Die Die: Dr. Dog
Graveyard Drug Party: Thee Oh Sees
I'm Sorry I Sang On Your Hands That Have Been in the Grave: Sunset Rubdown
Gloomy Sunday: Artie Shaw
new clear family *a carly moran mix*
SIDE A:
Kids and Dogs: David Crosby
Kids with Guns: Gorillaz
The Beaches All Closed: No Kids
Hospital Beds: Cold War Kids
Kids: MGMT
Little Kids: Deerhunter
Wrecking Ball: Mother Mother Not Even Stevie Nicks: Calexico Family Tree: TV on The Radio Mother: Pink Floyd Your Mother Should Know: The BeatlesSIDE B:
Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag: James Brown
the story of gettin by i *an amy fort mix*
an amy fort mix with cover art by hope farley and short lists contributed by maggie lightfoot, douglas morum, amy fort, michelle monteith
SIDE A: a pair of shoes
murder's home: alan lomax
mad thom of bedlam: jolie holland
ghostwriter: rjd2
song to woody: bob dylan
missing you baby: hasil adkins
MICHELLE MONTEITH'S short list
To Bring
1. Slippers
2. Ear plugs
3. Cash in local currency
4. Picture of dearest loved one
5. A corckscrew
AMY FORT'S short list
what you love in the night you will learn to hate in the day
whatever or wherever it is, have a sanctuary
your head is your own
jokesjokesjokes
be able to look at anyone and think nothing
send postcards
the slower you go the better you get there
keep disposable paper around
have your moments to stop and miss people who should be around
MAGGIE LIGHTFOOT'S short list
1. Thoughts of home- redefining what home is
2. Developing film
3. Waking up at 3am in a dark train car and feeling the weight and speed of movement
4. Writing letters (and actually sending them)
5. Sudden, fleeting unexpected friendships
DOUG MORUM'S short list
5. Patience: All you will be doing at airports is waiting for things. You wait to get your baggage checked, you wait to go through security,you wait at the gate for your plane, you wait to get on the plane, youwait for your headsets/food/pillow, you wait to get off the plane, youwait to at customs, you wait to get your bag, you wait for thebus/taxi. If you don't have much patience, it will be an awful longtrip.
4. One trick that goes along with 5, to stay seated in the plane untilmost of the passengers have left. That way you avoid the stress ofgetting your things from the overhead compartment while someone behindyou is glaring at you to hurry up. Also, you have to wait to get yourchecked bags from the carousel/conveyor belt anyway, so why rush downthere? May not work if you are in an isle seat and the person besideyou is a stranger.
3. Learn at least a phrase or two of the local language. Somethinglike, One bottle of water please, where is the washroom, you've fallendown a 50' well, are you okay? Many countries' citizens speak english,but not all of them want to. Some of them don't want you speakingtheir language badly at them, but sometimes it's good to try.
2. When you get to a city, walk around. There is nothing better toget the vibe of a city than walking it's streets. You can't get it asthoroughly, by any other form of locomotion, they are all too fast. Ifyou have the time wander around or walk to your destination. Europeancities usually have no grid pattern so they tend to be confusing, butgetting lost can be fun too.
1. Rent a bike! After the walking thing, bikes are the best way to getaround. Assuming you can ride a bike, or aren't too terrified to ridea bike in a strange city, and it's summer. Also, you are actually in acity, although riding a bike around the countryside seems like a verynice thing to do as well.
murder's home: alan lomax
mad thom of bedlam: jolie holland
ghostwriter: rjd2
song to woody: bob dylan
missing you baby: hasil adkins
SIDE B: a roof
i get it: boom bip & doseone
that home: the cinematic orchestra
protector: fleet foxes
bobby malone moves home: casiotone for the painfully alone
cynicism: nana grizol
take me home country roads: toots & the mayals
goin' home: dan auerbach
i asked a few friends to give me their short lists of things they like to keep in mind while traveling, i'm including my own:i get it: boom bip & doseone
that home: the cinematic orchestra
protector: fleet foxes
bobby malone moves home: casiotone for the painfully alone
cynicism: nana grizol
take me home country roads: toots & the mayals
goin' home: dan auerbach
MICHELLE MONTEITH'S short list
To Bring
1. Slippers
2. Ear plugs
3. Cash in local currency
4. Picture of dearest loved one
5. A corckscrew
AMY FORT'S short list
what you love in the night you will learn to hate in the day
whatever or wherever it is, have a sanctuary
your head is your own
jokesjokesjokes
be able to look at anyone and think nothing
send postcards
the slower you go the better you get there
keep disposable paper around
have your moments to stop and miss people who should be around
MAGGIE LIGHTFOOT'S short list
1. Thoughts of home- redefining what home is
2. Developing film
3. Waking up at 3am in a dark train car and feeling the weight and speed of movement
4. Writing letters (and actually sending them)
5. Sudden, fleeting unexpected friendships
DOUG MORUM'S short list
5. Patience: All you will be doing at airports is waiting for things. You wait to get your baggage checked, you wait to go through security,you wait at the gate for your plane, you wait to get on the plane, youwait for your headsets/food/pillow, you wait to get off the plane, youwait to at customs, you wait to get your bag, you wait for thebus/taxi. If you don't have much patience, it will be an awful longtrip.
4. One trick that goes along with 5, to stay seated in the plane untilmost of the passengers have left. That way you avoid the stress ofgetting your things from the overhead compartment while someone behindyou is glaring at you to hurry up. Also, you have to wait to get yourchecked bags from the carousel/conveyor belt anyway, so why rush downthere? May not work if you are in an isle seat and the person besideyou is a stranger.
3. Learn at least a phrase or two of the local language. Somethinglike, One bottle of water please, where is the washroom, you've fallendown a 50' well, are you okay? Many countries' citizens speak english,but not all of them want to. Some of them don't want you speakingtheir language badly at them, but sometimes it's good to try.
2. When you get to a city, walk around. There is nothing better toget the vibe of a city than walking it's streets. You can't get it asthoroughly, by any other form of locomotion, they are all too fast. Ifyou have the time wander around or walk to your destination. Europeancities usually have no grid pattern so they tend to be confusing, butgetting lost can be fun too.
1. Rent a bike! After the walking thing, bikes are the best way to getaround. Assuming you can ride a bike, or aren't too terrified to ridea bike in a strange city, and it's summer. Also, you are actually in acity, although riding a bike around the countryside seems like a verynice thing to do as well.
february the friendly (the platonic valentine's day mix) * a meredith heil mix*
Side A: "Bros Before Hos"
1. My Drug Buddy: The Lemonheads
2.The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton:The Mountain Goats
4. New Old Friends: Jeffrey Lewis
5. Will We Ever?: Your Heart Breaks
1. My Friend and I (for Gretchen): Dear Nora
2. My Friend Goo: Sonic Youth
3. Two Hearts Are Better Than One: Des Ark
4. Best Summer Ever: Midtown Dickens
Friend: a person whom one knowsand with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusiveof sexual or family relations.
As the immortal Rob says, “What camefirst, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing withguns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violencewill take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands,literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, miseryand loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or wasI miserable because I listened to pop music?”
On that note, F all that non-platonicshit this Valentine’s Day. Go out with yr buddies and get wasted.Celebrate yr friends. Who else is going to hold yr hair back and simultaneouslyget you a beer at the end of the night?
deep in the heart
SIDE A: "The Stars Are Big And Bright"
1) Range Life: Pavement
2) Blues in Dallas: Mountain Goats
3) So Much Beauty in Dirt: Modest Mouse
4) Houston: Hope & Anchor
5) Marry Me: Tender Forever
Meredith Says:
When I was seven-almost-eight we moved to Texas. We came from Missouri and Texas seemed so far away. That summer the newspaper kept showing pictures of a big, flat building with all these police guys surrounding it. Their shiny black guns were all drawn and pointed. They looked so serious.
The paper said the pictures were from a place called Waco, Texas. They said a cult had locked themselves inside their giant grey cult-house and refused to come out. They said there were all these moms and babies trapped in there. The government wanted inside the building so they could take all the cult's guns and let the little kids out to get food and clothes and stuff. But, I couldn't figure out why the cops looked like they wanted to shoot the cult people when the paper said they just wanted to help them.
This was all I knew about Texas.
When we got to Houston that August, I learned how big Texas actually was. My brother showed me a map he bought at a gas station. The state was so big that Waco looked even farther away from our new house than Missouri.
After dinner watched the news on our new big screen TV. The footage of Waco was so much louder and more chaotic than the pictures in the paper. Those people still hadn't come out. CNN called it a "seige." They called their house a "compound." Even though I knew I was safe I kept thinking about that cult and all those guns.
SIDE B: "The Prairie Sky is Wide & High"
1) I'm New Here - Smog
2) Remember the Alamo - Donovan
3) Waltz Across Texas - Willie Nelson
4) Poncho & Lefty - Townes van Zandt
5) My Texas Girl - The Carter Family
6) Streets of Laredo - Johnny Cash
7) Abilene - Lightnin' HopkinsMercury Says:
I've returned to Texas after a long time elsewhere, and I sometimes
find myself looking at it like someone who's not from around here. What
I love about Texas now is what visitors would love. That is, I love the
quaint idiosyncrasies, the "other-ness," that which is to be found in
far-off corners but becomes popular and consumable through blogs and
The New York Times. I'm the one who's changed, and I can't fault Texas
for being (or staying) what it is. Texas is a study in extremes. It's
about the audacity of the hugeness and the beauty of the smallness;
it's about high and low culture and a confusion of the two. The mundane
here becomes institutionalized elsewhere as "outsider," grandiose, or
just plain bizarre, but that's taking it out of context. Yes, the
personalities and pride here can be as big as the borders, and growing
up, I went to church potlucks on Wednesday nights and ate canned green
beans. But it's not as strange as you would think. It's just what you
know (and what you learn to question with time). When you get past all
that embroidery spun around Texas, it's just another place to live. I
hardly feel like I can get my mind (or arms) around Texas at times, but
I'm pretty sure I like it. That's about all I know about Texas, and
when you're here, it's all you need to know.
kill the sorrow
Cone of Light: The Almighty Defenders Hold Me Tight: King Khan and the BBQ Show
The Helicopter Spies: Swell Maps It's A Rainy Day, Sunshine Girl: Faust
Interdependance Dance: Adrian Orange & Her Band Blood Visions: Jay Reatard
Kulekule: Konono No. 1 Dissident Harmony Sisters Camel Call: Farmers Market
mata la pena, from the root, from the heart.
kill the sorrow, as it stems from your ribs,
and it branches throughout your chest.
kiss the sorrow, and drown yourself in its depth...
until you go blind, and disappear in its darkness.
kill it with a kiss, and once you're ready, open your eyes.
in need of light
A CARLY MORAN AND JARRET PRESCOTT (FROM FIRE FLOWER REVUE) COLLABORATION
SIDE A: light SIDE B: therapy
Terrible Angels: Coco Rosie Sunny Afternoon: The Kinks
Crooked Breath: Felix Laband Derridont: Fire Flower Revue
Born to be a Dancer: Kaiser Chiefs Nature Boy: George Shearing Trio
The Universal: The Small Faces Drumming: Florence and the Machine
Sea Lion: Sage Francis 6&9: Jarret Prescott
Goodnight Bad Morning: The Kills Minki: Jarret Prescott
Pigs: DM Stith
This mix was inspired by a friend who recently toured Europe. I wasinspired by his tales of different cities and especially by the warmthand enthusiasm he experienced while playing music and collaboratingwith people in Paris. His project is called Fire Flower Revue and hisnew CD is a collage of beats and melodies that capture a spirit ofsounds that live deep inside us all.
Fire Flower Revue is a form of light therapy
the modern LEDis based architecturally on the semiconductor diode. A diode becomesactive, and electrons are then available to reignite in gaps andrelease forms of light. This is commonly known aselectroluminescence. This integrated optical component is usually assmall as 1 mm2.
what hole shall reignite for whom?
which light will appear when papa?
help me?
Fire Flower Revue is a form of light therapy
the modern LEDis based architecturally on the semiconductor diode. A diode becomesactive, and electrons are then available to reignite in gaps andrelease forms of light. This is commonly known aselectroluminescence. This integrated optical component is usually assmall as 1 mm2.
what hole shall reignite for whom?
which light will appear when papa?
help me?
can you hear me?
when is the light going to come?...
ah there..................................................................................................
when is the light going to come?...
ah there.........................
we believe
MOSS BAILEY AND DANIEL BEIRNE *WRITER FOR THIS POST AND THE MUSIC BLOG, SAID THE GRAMOPHONE,
ALSO FIND DAN IN THE POIGNANT COMEDY WEBSERIES THE BITTER END
SIDE A: devoted vs.
I Do Believe: The Duke Spirit
Jesus Christ: Atlas Strategic
Funky Kingston: Toots & the Maytals
Day At The Shrine: The Barbaras
I'll Believe In Anything: Wolf Parade
i believe: Simian Mobile Disco
As a child, my father was a diplomat, and we foundourselves often in the sky. I was familiar with airplanes at a veryyoung age. Flights between Lisbon and London, Paris and Rome, Moscowand Dublin, West Berlin and Toronto, New York and Seattle. I rememberwhen we would pass the clouds, I would be sitting with my face pressedagainst the window and my father would lean in and say, "See theangels?" He explained that hidden in the clouds, the puffiest andwhitest clouds, were angels. He said only those who really believedwould see them. I strained, squinted, tilted my head, even stared,glared, trying to force my eyes to form a perception of them, but neversaw an angel. Eventually I started to question what it was I lookingfor; was it a child-like creature in a white gown with a golden glowinghalo? was it a hovering naked human ghost with an unearthly expression?was it a being of pure light, moving faster than any human invention?Once I began to have dreams that I had seen an angel in the clouds, itbecame difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction. I told myfather I had seen one and he said, "Excellent." I remember feeling thenlike I deserved to eat my snack, my peanuts and pop, and I drew on anapkin with a felt marker; a see-through cube.
SIDE B: loyal
United States Of Whatever: Liam Lynch
Nobody's Listening: Brazos
Gods, earths and 85ers: Poor Righteous Teachers
Badonka Donkey: Born Ruffians
Who Put the Skylight In Heaven: ((Sounder))
Murembo: Hallelujah Chicken Run Band
"These are garbage," I said aloud, not looking as Iemptied a shoebox full of notes, papers, valentines, hand-made cardsand letters into the trash. As if they were rotting vegetables, I heldmy face away, as to not breathe in their smell, any stray memories thatmight waft up from their falling. I closed the bag tight, immediately,not full, but time to seal it up. I put it outside the front door, letthe night cats get it if they want it, but they won't want it, nobodywants that. Nobody wants to hear about how I'm the best, or I'm theonly one who ever was or how I keep feet on the ground, how I inspirehope and dreams and with the flick of my grin I make hearts flutter andlungs light with shortened breath. Nobody could ever care about "Sawyou were out, left the key in the slot, love you lots" or "In theshower!" or "I cried after I hung up, I'm sorry, let's talk tonight".It's the most boring life-mortar, the kind that sticks to your fingersand you think is important, but is just meant for gluing the thingstogether that really matter. Like school and work and money and banksand parents and sisters and friends and anything that isn't horriblytemporary and fleeting and disgustingly fragile. The worst thing aboutdating God is that you never think that you'll be the one who does thedumping. You think God is one thing, at first charming as hell, andseems to know a lot, but is really just a shivering and quiveringlovelorn weakling at the core, like us all. I suppose it was the fallfrom on high that made me so unsatisfied, ultimately, which I know isunfair. It only makes sense that God just wants to be loved, but I knewas soon as I saw Him looking back at me when I caught Him going to thebathroom with the door open, when I saw that fear and shame andself-doubt, I knew I couldn't bear to see that ever again. He has noidea that not only do I have to go through the hardship of deleting Hisnumber from my phone, I have to overcome the idea that my creator andthe creator of everything I've ever seen or touched or loved is readingmy facebook profile every day, waiting for me to change my status to'single'. He speaks every language ever spoken, so sometimes I havetrouble understanding His voice messages. But amidst the garbage, thegibberish, the caveman speak and high french, I hear "I'll love youforever," and I have to press 7 to delete. I have to, my therapist saysI have to erase everything, otherwise it won't heal.
