One of my favorite subjects to kvetch about is the burden of obsessiveness.
I’ll give you an example. I tripped over a rock/jazz group called Durutti Column, the vehicle of a British guitarist named Vini Reilly. He has a really tasteful, distinctive ambient sound and groove. I listened to a couple of his albums, liked what I heard, and got my hands on his discography. Twenty-nine albums. I can’t say they all sound exactly alike, because I’m only up to #19. But, like it or not, I will keep plowing through the last ten. Just in case.
Get what I mean?
I don’t believe in radio. Why should I listen to someone else’s playlist hidden among the commercials? I don’t believe in Spotify. Why should I listen to an algorithm’s playlist? It seems I’m stuck with Jeff.
My usual listening schedule when I’m working from my home office is:
8:00 to 10:00 – music to align my synapses and give me courage to face the day: Bill Evans or Johnny Bach
9:37 (approximately) – second cup of coffee
10:00 to 4:00 – methodical, obsessive plowing through music I think I should expose myself to: Wild Man Fisher’s Greatest Hits, Finnish surf music, Outer Mongolian throat singing…
4:00 to 4:30 – listening for enjoyment: Buddy Holly, Luciana Souza, Bon Iver.
But believe it or not, even I like to have just plain fun sometimes. So a while back, I started making myself mixes for the car.
I work myself into a semi-conscious, filter-free trance, and spend an hour meandering through my library mentally blindfolded. I grab attractive tracks I seldom listen to, because they don’t fit into my obsessive, programmatic scheme. I call these Indefensible Collection I, Indefensible Collection II – I’ll let you extrapolate the rest. I’m up to #6. Why indefensible? Because they’re a sundry assortment. They have no rhyme or reason or common theme. They’re just a bunch of – this isn’t easy for me to write – songs I enjoy listening to.
I’d be embarrassed to listen to them in my office but about once a year I allow myself the guilty pleasure of reverting to my AM car radio (‘Fun, Fun, Fun’, ‘Dance, Dance, Dance’) adolescence. They pop up, unprogrammed, the sound of surprise, one after another. Now, that’s fun.
My recent carfare has been IM #6, 50 of which (not all 213 tracks) I’d like to share with you today. Many of them will never achieve their own SoTWs, but I love ‘em all, each and every one. I’ve made a concerted effort to curb my penchant for verboseness. Go, Jeff.
I went to see Edgar Winter on New Year’s Eve once. I just went with friends because I had nothing better to do. I didn’t know much about his music. It was at Maple Leaf Gardens. I can’t remember why the concert was delayed so many hours but I think I sat through the first act, Chilliwack, and left. I remember looking at the other members of the audience while I was wandering around during the long wait and thinking, “This is the youth culture?”. I just listened to Rise To Fall. Sorry, I wouldn’t listen to that in my car but I will go through the rest of your list hoping its the worst. Sorry, I enjoy your blog though we sometimes disagree.
Best White albino blues man from Texas to play Danish TV in 1970.
Or was that his brother, Johnny?
Couldn’t agree more with your choice of anything Jim Webb/Glen Campbell for pure pleasure. Any “road” music in my car has to include Stevie Ray Vaughn’s album “The Sky is Falling” especially tracks “Little Wing,” “Close to You,” and “Empty Arms.” Other essential car music is “Born to Be Wild” by Steppenwolf, and anything by the greatest jazz organist ever, Jimmy Smith. If we need to mellow out, there’s “Into the Mystic” by Van Morrison. And for pure pleasure, we have to go with those Brazilians…..aahhh.
Stephan, indeed. Still a great list.
Hi Jeff. I see that I commented here four years ago and this is what came to mind again when I saw your title. Well, I’m still here and best wishes for 2021.
Thanks for throwing in that Lovin’ Spoonful song (It’s Not Time). That brought back a flood of memories…I had completely forgotten that song.
very eclectic group of songs. Lots of “new to me” selections…thanks!
Haha, you’re one of a kind, Jeff! Meant in an adoring way, not to make fun of you. I sometimes feel guilty for being unable to listen to all the music I buy or that I get from a friend. Because I often feel a need for silencium. Just to get back to immense pleasure when I decide to listen to music – many times when walking or traveling (currently reduced).
Now I just listened to this nice Edgar Winter tune – a stylistically unexpected pleasure. And while I am at my computer desk, I’ll plunge head on into the playlist. Thanks for your SOTW!