The answer is yes: that is me in the cover art. We were those ignorant kids taking pictures with the flash at the Hookah bar.
Well, I’m pretty sure the theme for this is obvious. That “chill” music for your listening pleasures.
I had to limit myself with Cudder and Wiz, but still, this is quite an enjoyable playlist. 53.2 minutes for those sessions I know some of you have, or just to mellow out after a long day of work. Now granted, everyone has their own set of songs they like, but this just highlights my top ones.
My three favorite tracks are Man On The Moon, I Want You, and Up. Enjoy!
- Five Bucks (5 On It) – Big Sean ft. Chip Tha Ripper & Curren$y
- Alive – Celeb Forever ft. Curren$y
- High As The Ceiling – Chiddy Bang ft. eLDee The Don
- 25 Wives – Chip Tha Ripper ft. Wale
- Doobie Ashtray – Dee Goodz & Mac Miller
- HiiiPower – Kendrick Lamar
- Man On The Moon – KiD CuDi
- CudderisBack – KiD CuDi
- Hyyerr – KiD CuDi ft. Chip Tha Ripper
- The Prayer – KiD CuDi
- I Want You – One Room
- Up – Wiz Khalifa
- In The Cut – Wiz Khalifa
- Smallville – XV
Not going to lie, I’m itching to get this post up so I can go rock out at the Rosebuds/Bon Iver concert tonight. Yeah, rock out to Bon Iver. Something tells me his live show will allow rocking out, even though his music can often be a sad love song. I’ll be rocking out. Here’s some music for you to rock out to. Yep, they’re all remixes. I’m in the mood. Let loose and please, for the love of god, have a fun weekend. Thank me later.
Shook puts a little disco feeling in Phoenix’s classic hit, “Lisztomania.” Mmhmm, I can get my groove on to this.
So when I was little I thought I started the whole trend of crossing your fingers when you were lying. These days, I seem to think I started the trend of playing this song on Turntable FM. Just go with me, okay?
Well shit, Calvin Harris did it again. Made suchhhhh a good song. Finger lickin’, drool drippin’, soul shakin’ good. Then what happened? Benny Benassi went, picked up the piece, flipped it over, shook it up, beat the shit out of it, popped it in the microwave and ended up with a version of the song that might even compete with the original. Damn.
Tell me this track doesn’t make you want to turn the lights out, install some black lights in your basement, and dance your brains out. No really, tell me that. Right around the 4:00 mark, I start to melt.
Sometimes I try to think back on when I first heard the word “playlist.” For the life of me, though, I can’t remember. I very vividly remember making mixtapes. Two tape decks, being sure to stay right next to the stereo the entire time so that you pressed stop exactly as the song ended. And I vividly remember when we bought our first “CD Burner,” which was the size of my cable box today and was probably harder to figure out than middle school girls. This time, two CD decks. I remember my sister had written out the instructions on a piece of paper, and even in small handwriting, it took up the entire page. If you made one mistake, your CD was a bust and you had to start all over again. Playlist, though; there’s no vivid memory there. It’s as if iTunes magically swept into my life and the day it did, there was no surprise, no wonder, just acceptance at what was going to be the best thing ever in life. (Well, until Spotify hit the States…which I’m still trying to learn the ropes of. So call me out in 15 years when I say I don’t remember ever having a Spotify learning curve.)
These days, playlists are second nature. They’re part of life! What would my iPod be if not for playlists? Good God, I guess I’d have to ask it to pick from a 5-digit number of songs and those would be what would be on my iPod. That could be disastrous. My iTunes is messier than my bedroom, which says a lot. Playlists shape my weekends, my road trips, my nights where I’m sure I’ll see the sun rise before catching an ounce of sleep…they’re everywhere in my life. I hope that these Friday at Five posts can help build your weekend playlists and be a vehicle for fun times, memories, and forgotten actions. That, after all, is what I’m here for.
This song might confuse you at first. But I can promise you that once you get into it, you wont want to turn it off. I’m going to write an EP review of this entire Reptar collection this weekend, but to give you a hint – these guys might be the new Vampire Weekend. THAT good.
Mike Posner takes a bit of a different turn with this track. Pairing up with Rusko immediately means you’re getting ready to do something fun, but Mike surprised me with his tempo and style here. It’s definitely a good party track.
I discovered this song while playing on Turntable FM and I haven’t been able to stop listening since. It’s not a rager song, it’s more a fun track that might get people bouncing a little bit. Either way, I think your weekend could use a bit of this hop.
I’m not really sure what electronic music is becoming, and when screeching noises like this became cool and/or fun to listen to, but somewhere along the line, just like the magical arrival of playlists, it must have. M83 are frontrunners in the game of great electronic music, and this newest track of theirs is no exception.
5. “Ice Cream” (Ft. Matias Aguayo) – Battles
Battles is giving us another track that’s a little bit less of a rager track, but will certainly put some heat in your weekend. The singing on this track makes me feel like confetti is going to come streaming out of my ears. FUN.
In trying to think of what I wanted to say for today’s Straight Talk Sunday, I confronted one of my friends and asked her if she had any inspiration for me. After spending a weekend with my girl friends, she said, ‘Well, did anything from this weekend inspire you?’ And as I sat there thinking about it, it crossed my mind that as memories are formed, they typically have soundtracks that go with them. Straight talk: If I hear a song that reminds me of a moment in the past, I can immediately place myself in that moment – the setting, the smell, the laughter, the tears – whatever it may be, it all comes rushing back.
The funny thing, in my mind, is that that process is a gradual one. When you’re in the moment, it probably doesn’t strike you that a song will leave an indentation in the curves of your brain, eventually allowing you a momentary glimpse into the past. After enough time passes, though, it may seem as though little things like what song you were listening to wouldn’t have lasting power, but it turns out that it does. Today I wanted to share a song that always brings me back to one specific day in my past.
For the past twenty-four years, my family has split our time between our home town of Houston and our hometown-at-heart in Maine. My Mom grew up spending summers in Maine, as a New Englander, so it seemed natural that when she had kids, she too would share the experience with them of summers in the most beautiful state in the country. It was great – we got to see our Grandparents often, play with each other, and I tell you, a childhood without cable really does good things for kids!
These days, our house has cable in it, but it’s rarely used. Being one of five kids, we find other ways to spend our time, and I can venture out to say that it’s a much better way of spending our time. Just a couple summers ago, my sister and I made a full day of fun with just one thing: a song in her iTunes Library.
Our rooms are connected by a shared bathroom, so sound carries easily through the two of our rooms. As the resident music mogul, I tend to get a bit possessive over the DJ responsibilities, but on this particular day, I let her do the duties. She pressed play and on came a song I hadn’t ever heard before. Typically when this happens, it’s because she likes that bluegrass stuff, which I’ve never really dabbled much in. This time, though, it sounded much more up my alley, but it was new to me! Hearing this song, I felt as though the skies had just opened up and beams of light creating a spotlight on an open floor made for dancing. I quickly went into her room, looked at her computer screen and found out the following information about what was playing. Fatboy Slim, “Don’t Let The Man Get You Down.”
But wait, what? First of all, why was I so in love with a song that kept repeating the same line over and over again: “And the sign said long-haired freaky people need not apply?” And secondly, were we really listening to Fatboy Slim? The same Fatboy Slim who left the words “Right about now, the funk soul brotha, check it out now, the funk soul brotha” repeating over and over again in my head ten years earlier? Oh dear Lord…this guy again.
Turns out ten years earlier, another sister and I were sharing a bedroom in Maine and we decided that we needed some new music. We came up with a list of CDs we’d go to the store and look for, and atop that list was Fatboy Slim. We kept hearing Rockafella Skank on the radio and wouldn’t have any other way than to play it over and over again in our boombox. Ten years later, Fatboy Slim was on repeat and I was once again having the time of my life.
Did I ever think I would remember that Rockafella Skank was playing when I was 11 years old, I was in my room with my boombox that lived atop my fold-up table that also supported my kerosene-style lamp and my sister who was two years older than me, both of us jamming out to a song that seemed to repeat the same lyrics over and over again? I’m pretty sure at that time we thought the words were “the funk so brotha;” that’s how oblivious we were. We just liked the beat. And apparently the beat had the power to send me back to that same moment ten years later.
And again in the future, I found myself liking a beat. It just so happened to be another Fatboy Slim song on repeat. Would I have been able to tell you on either of those days that a Fatboy Slim song would have a lasting impact on me? No. But looking back, do I remember minute details of the day? Yes. It’s incredible to think about, really…that one song can refresh so many insignificant memories that otherwise would have been lost. Are they memories that really matter? No, probably not. So what – I made a list of CDs I wanted to buy one year, and ten years later, I had an impromptu dance party with my sister with one song on repeat. Not a big deal, really. But to me they’re priceless because they’re moments that could have been lost in time but were instead saved because of the power of a song. I think, though it’s a bold statement, I might have to say that I’m forever indebted to Fatboy Slim.
What’s a song that brings back memories for you? And what were the memories that came to be? I’d love to hear from you!