A mix cd for a swap on MeFi. There are times when I wonder whether I find mix swaps more anxious-making than fun, because I worry about being super-obvious and then I decide I'd rather make a mix of what I like, and then I wonder if things mesh only because I have a web of micro-associations between the songs, and maybe nobody will listen to it once they see it has _____ on it, and on... But I've found new things I like through them, and received beautiful post, so I join in like a sucker again and again.
This is heavy on my Westport staples, and as my music-listening's been a split nearly straight between melancholy and country-tinged on one hand and rap 101 on the other, a narrative of heavily-played songs pulling others in between them fell together...I think.
(I made Michael a rap cd for Christmas, because I didn't get it together for his birthday. I'm still exploring and figuring out what I really like, so I wouldn't inflict it on anyone who'd be shy to tell me it was shit. Or, you know, anyone I would hesitate to get coordinating tattoos with.)
The track list:
1. to go home - m. ward
2. leavin' on your mind - patsy cline
3. whiskey you're the devil - the clancy brothers, tommy makem + jack keenan
4. you will never see morning - the pine hill haints
5. home from the blues - coming soon
6. southern girl - your heart breaks
7. that summer feeling - jonathan richman + the modern lovers
8. here comes my baby - yo la tengo
9. brilliant grey - the waxwings
10. texas to ohio - damien jurado
11. bobby malone moves home - casiotone for the painfully alone
12. lonely weekends - jerry lee lewis
13. no fun - cap pas cap
14. so. central rain - r.e.m.
15. a minor place - bonnie 'prince' billy
16. born to run - paul baribeau + ginger alford
17. underground - kimya dawson
It's deffo less melancholy and more playful than the not entirely dissimilar one I made in June, which I still like but find it slightly difficult to hear without wanting to travel back in time and give my seven-months-ago self a hug. They're sort of a set, hence the map covers, although maybe I'm also a one-crap-trick-pony.
While it's a mark of great restraint that I kept poor, played-to-death June Carter Cash and Roy Orbison out of it, the repetition of Paul Baribeau and Ginger Alford covering Bruce Springsteen is because I still get a thrill every time I hear it. And I've heard the whole of Darkness on the Edge of Your Town a shocking number of times.
Oh, and the solipsism? I'm ready to shake it off any day now.
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