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Common Thought and The Ertswhile Showcase A Robert Thomson Mix

So We Here — Sun, 30 May 2010 19:01:00 GMT

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

So We Here — Sun, 30 May 2010 19:00:00 GMT

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

So We Here — Sun, 30 May 2010 18:59:00 GMT

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

So We Here — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:13:00 GMT

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

SIDE B:
Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag: James Brown

Wrecking Ball: Mother Mother

Not Even Stevie Nicks: Calexico

Family Tree: TV on The Radio

Mother: Pink Floyd

Your Mother Should Know: The Beatles

the story of gettin by i an amy fort mix

So We Here — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 01:21:00 GMT

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

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:

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*

So We Here — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 20:16:00 GMT

Side A: "Bros Before Hos"

1. My Drug Buddy: The Lemonheads
2.The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton:The Mountain Goats

3. Punks in the Beerlight: The Silver Jews
4. New Old Friends: Jeffrey Lewis
5. Will We Ever?: Your Heart Breaks

Side B: "Chicks Over Dicks"

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

So We Here — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 18:39:00 GMT

A MEREDITH HEIL, MERCURY MEULMAN COLLABORATION

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' Hopkins

Mercury 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

So We Here — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 14:49:00 GMT

AN AMY FORT(MIX), SWELEN ANDARI SAWAYA (WRITING) & THEO WENNER (COVER ART) COLLABORATION

SIDE A: remember me SIDE B: to one who lives there

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

So We Here — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 20:35:00 GMT

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?

^{can you hear me?
when is the light going to come?...

ah there..................................................................................................}

we believe

So We Here — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 20:29:00 GMT

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.

Growin' Up Ain't Easy or What they said about "paint it black"

So We Here — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 20:22:00 GMT

A MEREDITH HEIL & CONNOR MOLLOY COLLABORATION

Side One: Starter Jackets

Departure/Are You Watching Closely (Jay Electronica)

Things Done Changed (The Notorious B.I.G.)

The Come Up (AZ)

La La La (Lil’ Wayne)

This Year (The Mountain Goats)

Side Two: We Learned How To Ollie

On Colt 45 Malt Liquor and That’s It

Homecoming (Atmosphere featuring El-Producto)

Lost in the Supermarket (The Clash)

Crushed Bones (Why?)New Entry

Weak Become Heroes (The Streets)

Infrared Roses (Eyedea & Abilities)

Connor and Meredith are twins, born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans. They will forever remain faithful to New Orleans. In the sixth grade they begged their mother to take them shopping down on North Peters. Meredith got a NY Giants starter jacket, while Connor himself got the N.O., that’s the Saints.

Connor and Meredith grew bigger. On Saturday mornings they would go north on Claiborne Avenue to an arcade and trade swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean. They soon gained a crew that was one of the flyest, they were like the Al-Qaedas. They’d split the blunt up, you know the come up.

One day the two were filming trains by the tracks on Tchoupitoulas, smokin on stink, sippin on drink. A friend came running over out of breath and told them that Meredith’s best friend, Connecticut Minni with the East Coast accent, had just been killed. It was right then that the two of them decided to band together, leave New Orleans and move to New York by themselves.They went on I-10 east bound, to Manhattan, NYC, yes sir that’s rap land. Goodbye Katrina, and hello Brooklyn, ba-ba-baby.

They made a home for themselves in an apartment deep in unspoiled fringes of Brooklyn where the forties still cost $1.99. They smoked cigarettes on the promenade, for lack of better action. Any given late night, they could be found writing in their moleskins on the F train to Stillwell, headed home to share a bowl of Machiavelli and Cheese.

One day a friend from Roosevelt Island asked if Connor and Meredith wanted to make the trek over. They decided it was worth it for a plastic cup of Cold Duck and a relaxed social environment. When they got there the meatheads started wiling, so they jetted from the section. It was too late: Connor’s aesthetic wasn’t their style so he was bashed to redesign it.

After that night they decided to skip the country, the continent, all together. They moved to North London where they again shared an apartment but began to grow apart. Meredith got involved with the club scene, hanging out with the kids on Wiz and the darlings on Charlie. Her mind sloshed round the washing up bowl in her crown and she ate from that Chinese take away selling shit-in-a-tray. Connor became one of the riders in the train who hides cocaine in his sheltoes, wearing navy-blue hoodies and khakis, as was the style that year.

Now, Connor and Meredith don’t know if they’ll ever be as happy as they were in the seventh grade, before the guilt of having no goals ate their lives away. Each day introduced them to something they hadn’t experienced yet. They traded A’s for F’s to experiment with drugs and sex. See, heaven isn’t some place we go to when we die, it’s that split second in life, when we actually feel alive.

Connor and Meredith exist much like Schrödinger’s cat: simultaneously alive and dead. As they wander the North London streets, no one travels with them and no one checks in on them. At any given time, no one knows if they are alive or dead. The only thing that solidifies Connor or Meredith into a definite state is one’s recognition of the other, say, by Connor cooking jambalaya for Meredith on a rainy Tuesday evening and Meredith in return switching on old home movies, and the two of them just watching as the trains speed by on Tchoupitoulas.

firsties

So We Here — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:03:00 GMT

t.&a. fort

SIDE A: Starters SIDE B: Par for the course

1. Cold Blooded Old Times: Smog            1. Surfin' USA: The Beach Boys
2. Ticket to Ride: The Beatles                              2. California Dreamin': Mamas & The Papas
3. Come As You Are: Nirvana                               3. Counting Fireflies: Langhorne Slim
4. Davey Crockett: Thee Headcoatees               4. Wild Bill Jones: Bluegrass Brothers
5. Time Goes By: Madonna                                  5. Mellow Yellow: Donavan
                                                                              6. Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow
                                                                                      Polka Dot Bikini: Brian Hyland

Your cheatin' heart

So We Here — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 05:09:00 GMT

b.rowland

SIDE A: Whatchu do to me SIDE B:You'll Never Really Know

1. I Heard It Through The Grapevine: Marvin Gaye                         1. I Thought You Were My Boyfriend: Magnetic Fields
2. The Long List Of Girls: TheBlow                                                    2. Fare You Well,My Darling: Elizabeth Cotten
3. Feelin' Sad: Ray Charles                                                                 3. The Other Woman: Nina Simone
4. Say You're Sorry: TheRemains                                                      4. When IThink About Cheatin': Gretchen Wilson
5. Rain: CunninLynguists                                                5. Your Cheatin' Heart:Hank Williams

baby baby baby

So We Here — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:48:00 GMT

a.fort

SIDE A:Ooooooooh

1. Be my baby: The Ronettes
2. Hey! Baby: Bruce Channel
3. Always be my baby: Mariah Carey
4. Baby You're A Rich Man: The Beatles
5. I Can't Quit You Baby: Led Zepplin
6. Baby Lemonade: Syd Barrett
7. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue: Van Morrison

SIDE B:Aaaaaaah

1. Don't Misuse Me, Baby: Willie '61 Blackwell
2. Honey Babe Let The Deal Go Down: Mississippi Sheiks
3. My Baby Got to Go: Alan Lomax
4. Bye Bye Baby: Fats Waller
5. Baby Lee: John Lee Hooker
6. Be My Baby: Herman Dune

shut up and listen A CARLY MORAN MIX

So We Here — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:17:00 GMT

SIDE A: Shut up                                             SIDE B: And listen

1. Starlings: Elbow                                                                     1. Bring out the gimp(Dialogue)/Comanche: Duane
2. Nothing in this world: The Kinks                                             Whitaker/Peter Green/Revels
3. Barcelona: Giulia Y Los Tellarini                                         2. Epoca: Gotan Project
4. Quelqu'un M'a Dit: Carla Bruni                                           3. About her: Malcolm Mclaren
5. Zed's Dead, Baby: Bruce Willis                                            4. Devil got my woman: Skip James
6. The Light: Common                                                               5. Call the doctor: J.J. Cale
7. (currentlyunknown)                                                                 6. Psycho Killer: Talking heads
8. Artsy Remix: edIT (ft Grouch)                                                7. One Man's Shame: William Ellliot Whitmore
9. Bills Bills Bills: Destiny's Child                                            8. Wagon Wheel: Old Crow Medicine Show

girls girls girls * A MEREDITH HEIL MIX*

So We Here — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:15:00 GMT

SIDE A: An appetite for destruction            SIDE B: But I scrape the plate

1. Girls Girls Girls: Jay-Z                                                                             1. Layla: Eric Clapton
2. Allison: Pixies                                                                                           2. Madeline: Yo La Tengo
3. Bonita Applebum: A: Tribe Called Quest                                            3. Ophelia: The Band
4. Christine: Siouxsie and the Banshees                                               4. Rhiannon: Fleetwood Mac
5. Daniella: Hurray for the Riff Raff                                                         5. Stephanie Says: Velvet Underground
6. Eloise: Des Ark                                                                                 6.Vanessa from Queens:Stephan Malkmus &the Jicks
7. Jezabel Lee: Midtown Dickens                                                            7. Girls: Beastie Boys

Last summer I worked for a nonprofit in the South Bronx and drove a bigwhite pick-up truck from community garden to community garden, pullingweeds and trimming hedges for eight hours each day. The drives betweengardens were long, hot and smoggy. The truck had no air conditioningand no CD player. Classic rock radio ruled my life.

I worked with some boys and they liked the radio, too. We talkedmostly about girls and music, as we all liked them both a lot. Itturned out that most classic rock musicians were also pretty stuck ongirls and they seemed to like naming their songs for them. We cycledthrough the ones we knew and played games naming them back and forth-- “Alison” by Elvis Costello, “Angie” by the Rolling Stones, “Cecilia” bySimon and Garfunkel, and so on until some unlucky kid was stumped.

That same summer I was single for the first time in awhile.Therefore, I found myself with a whole bunch of spare time and spentmost of it belly-down on my tile floor, lifting records on and off theturntable as a I alternately jammed the stop and record buttons down onmy receiver. Tapes. I made so many tapes.

Thus the original “Girls Girls Girls” mix was formed. While I wascompiling this cassette-bound epic, I was struck by the fact that inall my years of dating girls, I had never once slept with a titletrack. There were no Angies in my past, no Melissas, no Lolas. But aweek after I completed “Girls Girls Girls” I met a really cool girl andwe started dating. Alison and I have been together over a year now.

A good luck charm? Maybe. This is the abridged, less classic rock and more modern-indie version but it still rules. *mh

gotta get to a promised land AN AMY FORT MIX

So We Here — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:09:00 GMT

_{moss bailey

SIDE A:}_{We set out}SIDE B: But for what?

1. Hold on, I'm Comin': Spyder Turner                                       1. Blake's view: M. Ward
2. ill-m-i: Soul Junk                                                                        2. 54-56 was my number: Toots & the Maytals
3. Bag of hammers: Thao Nguyen &                                          3. I'm going down the river: Mississippi
                                   The Get Down Stay Down                                                                             Fred McDowell
4. Hello Hello: Dressy Bessy                                                       4.Black Train Blues: Bukka White
5. Tropicana: Ratatat   5. Don't think twice, it's alright: Bob Dylan
6. Paint the rust: The Dodos    *BONUS TRACK*
7. Tshethla Di Kae - Tswana and Sotho Voices                      How beautiful could a being be - Caetano Veloso

slow down

So We Here — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 12:45:34 GMT

Amy Fort

SIDE A:

1. For what it's worth: Buffalo Springfield
2. Rock bottom riser: Smog
3. Way of flesh: Alec K. Redfern & The Eyesores
4. Travelling Salesman: Patrick Watson
5. I get low: Timber Timbre
6. Old Fashioned Morphine: Jolie Holland
7. You are the blood: Sufjan Stevens

SIDE B:

1. Ave, etc: Adron
2. How Naked are we going to get: The Blow
3. Hanging on a star: Nick Drake
4. Wolves: Phospherescent
5. Goldie Hawn: Butane Variations
6. Wilderness: Shapes and Sizes
7. Don't they have payphones wherever you were last night: Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
8. Good Friday: Coco Rosie
9. Hearts of Iron: Handsome Furs

storytellin'

So We Here — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 02:54:00 GMT

Carly Moran

SIDE A:

1. Moulty: The Barbarians
2. One track mind: Classified
3. Lola: The Kinks
4. The Party in the Basement: Your heart Breaks
5. Homewrecker: Nick Lowe
6. The Mayor and the Crook: Aesop Rock
7. Industry and Snow: Castanets
8. Skinny love: Bon Iver
9. Parasite child: Bill Fay

SIDE B:

1. My first glass: The Kevins
2. This kid that I knew: Peter and the Wolf
3. Mary got mojo: AsM (ft. Versatile)
4. Modern man's hustle: Atmosphere
5. Billy Jean: Michael Jackson
6. Austin: The Feel
7. Blushing: Adrian Orange and her Band
8. Angel from Montgomery: John Prine
9. Governors on Sominex: David Berman

The stuff of dreams

So We Here — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 13:13:36 GMT

Sarah Gibeault

SIDE A:

1. Daydream: The Lovin' Spoonful
2. Two Sheep Asleep: The Dirty Projectors
3. Crazy Dreams: Jolie Holland
4. Roland Orzabal: Atherton & Sire
5. In Dreams: Roy Orbison
6. Phenomena: Akron/Family
7. Juicy: Notorious B.I.G.

SIDE B:

1. Too Drunk to Dream: The Magnetic Fields
2. Dream About Flying: Alexi Murdoch
3. Dreamy days: Roots Manuva
4. I Had a Dream: Ray Charles
5. Caravan: Ella Fitzgerald
6. Daydreamin': Jill Scott (ft. Lupe Fiasco)
7. Shut Up I'm Dreamin' of Places Where Lovers Have Wings: Sunset Rubdown