Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Sometimes I ramble on about music extensively.

Alright, so we all have music that we listen to when we are in certain moods, like for Self Reflection, I listen to Death Cab, For Lust I listen to Rilo Kiley, for Romance, John Mayer; Snow Patrol-Eyes Open for Joy and Final Straw for Sorrow. When I'm drinking Whiskey I love Johnny Cash or Frank Sinatra. If I feel the need to move, I pop in a little Michael Jackson, The Fratelli's or Tina Turner, and if I want to rock out with nobody watching, nothing works better than Jet or the Violent Femmes. For basically anything else, I listen to Jazz.


Then of course you have your go to Make out list. Juvenille perhaps, but still strikingly effective. But what do we look for in a good Make out list? Nothing too sappy but nothing overwhelming either. It definitely has to be background music. For example, "Come Together", my favorite Beatles Song is hardly make-out material. It would probably be good for some other things, "Something" on the other hand is an obvious choice because of the way it lulls. Anything by Coldplay will work in a pinch as will basically the entire works of Dispatch or Death Cab for cutie. Sing by Travis is flawless and Jamie Cullum is a very safe bet-Photograph is one of my all time favorites, for these purposes.


Then there is the kind of music that you want to listen to in a dark and dingy bar. You want a bartender to lean over and explain the history of your drink to you. You want the looker that you just met to lean in close and to never wander, and you want the atmosphere to match that warm fuzzy feeling that clouds your brain. There is nothing that I hate more in a cool bar, than inappropriate music. It completely ruins it for me. Give me a little Dave Brubeck, Otis Redding, Mose Allison or John Coltrane on the weeknights. Play "A little Less Conversation" by Elvis, "Fell in Love with a Girl" by the White Stripes or "Jackson" by Johnny and June Carter Cash on a Saturday night, depending on the scene. Nobody's there to dance, they are there for temporary romance. Granted if its a spot like, The Standard, Downtown, they have come to be seen and no one really cares what's playing overhead, which is good, because its generally crap.


Also, I would like to see more Jukeboxes carrying the Violent Femmes, so, bar and Jukebox owners of America, recognize the sexual frustration of a generation and play "Gone Daddy Gone" for me.


On an unrelated note, I have decided that John Mayer is possibly the single most brilliant break-up and get back together artist of our generation. I mean think about it, he goes on in interviews about how, "he's a really bad boyfriend because he spends all this time trying to get the girl and then when he gets her he just wants to spend all of his time writing songs about it." Girls are suckers for a story as they are a great poet. He has both of these. One line can prove my point, off of Heavier things, from the song "Split Screen Sadness"


'I called, because, I just, need to feel you on the line, don't hang up this time. . . And I know I'm the one who called it over, but I still wish you'd fought me 'till my dying day, don't let me get away.'


Seriously? Seriously. Show me a woman who can resist that line, just one. Bastard. No, I'm kidding John, I Love you.


Okay, if I had a point, I should have made it by now, but I don't really. So keep listening and keep buying music. Spread it like wildfire friends or Britney might make a comeback. (oh shoot. . . )

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