This will be the end of this series, which has now absorbed almost two and a half years of blog time. I may have taken the concept of “everything I do gonna be funky from now on” a bit too literally. But no regrets.
I don’t usually like to silo off music by sex or race or other categories. But I couldn’t help noticing that many of the songs left unused on my list for this series were the ones by women, possibly as a result of my own unconscious biases. If so I humbly apologize and offer this by way of a corrective.
We’re at the point in this project where I realize that I’ve gotten carried away and it’s about time to wrap it up. But I still have a big pile of songs I haven’t gotten to, so there will be one more after this. Maybe two. Three at the most.
“According to local folklore, there is a tree deep within the forest with fruit as black as coal. And if you can find this tree and eat of its fruit, you can start your life anew.” —Count Alexander Rostov
There’s a summer vibe to this one, but it took a little longer than I expected to finish it; here we are staring at Halloween and the end of Daylight Savings. But maybe there’s a little of that summer feeling stored up in it for us to tap during the winter to come.
When I last published something to this site a year ago, I had some good Momentum going and a bunch of ideas about what to do next.
And then I lost it.
Well, so it goes. Much as I’d like to blame the guy I blame for everything these days, I think it was just normal ebb and flow. Also I started doing radio again, which goes a long way toward scratching the mix-making itch. But as I worked on this I remembered how much fun I have putting together these liner notes, so now that the vehicle is moving again, I hope to keep it rolling.
I’ve been in a pretty good mood these last few weeks, mostly for political reasons. And this is a place for music, not politics, but here we are.
Things have changed fast. The first three minutes of this sums it up pretty well:
It’s still possible that the bad guys will win, of course. But at the moment there is every reason to believe the coming months will be exciting and ultimately triumphant, rather than the miserable lemming-slog off a cliff we seemed destined for.
Given that, it feels petty to complain about the Democrats’ use of the word “weird” as a pejorative vis-a-vis MAGAlopolis, even though for most of my life I’ve been committed to the idea that Weird Is Good. (Just ask the Butthole Surfers.) But since it seems to be working, I guess I’m going to have to let that go for now.
We need a new word for the good kind of weird, then. How about… freaky?
This week Fox News homunculus Jesse Watters said that Tim Walz is “a freak in sheep’s clothing.” I like the sound of that. That will turn up again somewhere, I guarantee you.
Programming note: I intentionally left out “Le Freak” and “Super Freak” because they seemed too On the Nose. But I won’t hold it against you if you want to go listen to them instead.