Everybody else is doing it, so why can’t we? Yes, that question was also music related. (IYKYK)
Lookie here! It are my #SpotifyWrapped2021 selection for the year. I listened to a lot more than this, because I do like my radio, but there was certainly a lot of Spotifying as well. And this is what I listened to:
Look at that mix of contemporary and er… “older” quality artists.
My top 5 songs came from 1985, 2020, 2021*, 2020, and 1981. Which is all a bit confusing, because if you asked me what the best decade for music is or was, I’d obviously tell you that it was the 1990s.
Spotify put My Favourite 100 Songs Of The Year** into a playlist, which you’ll want to have a listen to:
Argh! The Spotify embed tool keeps giving me someone else's playlist.
Who the hell are the Stray Kids? Save yourself - don't google them.
Rather click the link above. Safety first.
I might have lost my sense of taste for a few weeks thanks to that miserable virus, but my musical taste clearly never failed me.
Despite recent events – or maybe even because of them – the party tonight is still on. Limited numbers because of Covid. Already postponed twice due to Covid. Needs to end early because of Covid… look, you get the idea, but maybe it’s time to actually live a little. And so there will be fun, drinks, memories and yes: also music.
On the music front, there’s actually going to be a band. Live music. And I can’t wait.
But then we have to fill in the gaps between their sets with Spotify and I’ve had to put my foot down a bit. I was up early this morning removing Pitbull tracks from the stuff that’s been shared, oh, and anything that has a $ sign in its name from the playlist.
Sometimes both in one. Awful.
The result is a 9½ hour (I don’t think we’ll use all of it) list of about 170 songs ranging from the Beatles, through Bruce Springsteen, Michael Jackson, and on to the Human League and Swedish House Mafia.
Should be fun.
The DJ, however, does not got us falling in love again. There’s really no need for any of that.
Bit busy today, so herewith a bit of music that I’ve been enjoying more than other music I’ve been listening to recently. (Not that that other music was particularly bad – these are just two top tunes).
First off, The War On Drugs title track to their upcoming album, I Don’t Want To Live Here Anymore.
More of the same same. Perfect.
And then this: The Mauritian Badminton Doubles Champion, 1973. Yes, really.
It’s so, so good. And what a title! Look out for Calls To Tiree from earlier in the year, as well.
I know that music posts don’t always go down very well on here. Different strokes for different folks and all that.
But if you are looking for something new to listen to, here are a couple of suggestions from 6000 HQ:
How about some New Dad? Their latest one, Slowly – following on from their desperate cry against the horrors of depression I Don’t Recognise You – is wonderful alternative indie, almost shoegazy stuff.
And then The Lathums (it’s a short, sharp A, ok?). Their new one Oh My Love is so new that the video only premieres later today. More indie, but a bit more folky indie. Think The Coral or The Farm, a touch of Arctic Monkeys or maybe even a bit of Doves.
I’ve been compiling a Spotify playlist of stuff I have enjoyed in 2021. It doesn’t have to specifically be from 2021 (and indeed, much of it isn’t), but if I hear something and I like it, it goes in. Both these songs have made the grade. I mean… obviously.
The goose drank wine. Anyone else look at the title and have memories of The Clapping Song evoked? Yeah. Me too.
The beagle has lost its bark. Yep. The beagle has a sore throat: a bacterial infection that was headed towards pneumonia before the vet and some antibiotics kicked into action in the early hours of Monday morning. There’s been some decent improvement today, but it’s still pretty glum about the whole situation. We’ll all be much happier when the beagle is bouncing around and chatting to its neighbourhood friends once again. In Co-Amoxiclav We Trust.
Ramaphosa is addressing the nation this evening. It was going to be at 7pm, but then there was this:
All the best, Noxolo.
There’s been much speculation about the contents of Ramaphosa’s speech. There are a couple of public holidays on the way and we have an incoming third wave due at some point (although our R=0.92 right now). So why is he bothering to talk at all? Will he close the beaches? Will he ban alcohol sales? Will he allow (much) greater numbers of people to attend religious gatherings? And if so, why? We have plans for the weekend. I’m sincerely hoping he doesn’t ruin them with some crappy pointless temporary legislation.
I have different music for different occasions. No surprises there: you can’t reasonably expect to get away with Slipknot at your Granny’s tea-party. But moreover, I have different music for just me. Like this:
I’m still doing a lot of DIY around the house. New lights here and there – and especially there. New sockets in the kitchen. New bathroom furniture. A touch of gardening. Some lying on my beanbag (not strictly DIY as we know it, but I did choose to do it myself). It feels like a never ending list. There’s some painting to do tomorrow. I can’t wait.
Unusual cover versions can actually be quite good. I mean, Elbow’s Independent Woman is right up there. And here’s Future Islands covering Tina Turner.