For a very long time, I was pretty down on new music and tired of the old music. Nothing was catching my attention, nothing was making me want to listen, actively listen. I’ve heard a bunch of people say that THS has inspired them to pick up their guitar/drums/band again. Since I’ve never been a music playing kind of person, THS inspired me to like music again. And with that, two THS related people have sent me mixes in the last month or so. Mr. Howard Roberts of Leeds is one of the most amazing and sweetest people I’ve never met. Mr. Franz Nicolay is, of course, keyboards for THS. Bonus: I’m expecting yet another CD from another THS US member (who can, if he wants, just give me the CD when I see him in Tampa).
1. Mr. Howard Roberts’ mix cd. The first track is Cherry Lips by the Archie Bronson Outfit. I have no idea what’s on the rest of it because every time I hear this song, I listen over and over and over. Songs shouldn’t be this good. Okay, I DO know what’s on the rest of it and it’s pretty darn good. If you’re lucky, I’ll play it for you some time.
2. Mr. Franz Nicolay’s mix cd. Well, it’s not really a cd. It’s his 50 favorite songs of last year, sent via sendspace or whatever that thing is. (Disclaimer: I skipped the Churchill speech and one song wouldn’t load so I only have 48.) With few exceptions, these songs are completely knocking me out. Exceptions equal good songs instead of amazing songs. I’m listening at work and am completely distracted. Shhh, don't tell anyone.
Highlights from Franz' mix:
- Give the Anarchist a Cigarette, Chumbawamba (nothing ever burns all by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help);
- I Love Louisa, The Band Wagon (beer goes very good with beer);
- Me and My Gin, Dinah Washington (I got juiced last night and took my man to his wife's front door)
- Tickle My Spine, Looker (Reminds me of the Prissteens, who I love(d));
- These Windows on the World, The Gena Rowlands Band (This is really beautiful and sweet and just a bit strange);
- Direct Hit, Art Brut (I adore Art Brut - top of the pops!);
- My Shit’s Fucked Up, Warren Zevon (hysterical - I think that only Warren Zevon can pull this off);
- Famous Virgins, Kate Ferencz (I can’t love this song more, I have to listen to it at least twice every time and strangely, it mentions Immanuel Kant and asks Lewis Carroll, “when it’s raining in wonderland, what do you do?”);
- Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole, Martha Wainwright (I think this was my theme song about a month ago);
- To Hell with Good Intentions, McLusky (Reminds me of LCD Soundsystem, but angrier and more rockin');
- Used to Call Me Baby, Split Lip Rayfield (Used to call me baby, now she don’t call at all . . . we played Donkey Kong all the day long);
- All Men are Liars, Nick Lowe (Every so often, I stumble upon a song I'd heard forever ago and never thought I'd hear again, this is one of those);
- Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps Please, Splodgenessabounds (this reminds me of something else, another band and another song, something about buying things in a convenience store);
- I Drink, Charles Aznavour (I give you a toast to the wine and the roses, to the deadly cirrhosis)
P.S. Thanks, MC, for solving the dilemma of my last post without even knowing you were doing it.