Something to Chew On
It's a particularly great morning, in part because I've had 5 shots of espresso, and in part because I'm listening to today's playlist over a SONOS Playbar that my husband, Casey, gave me for our anniversary. After 14 years of marriage, the best relationship advice I can give anyone is this: be your own person, have your own life, and allow your partner to do the same. That way you always have something new to talk about when you're together.
One of the things Casey and I have in common is a mutual love for music. While we have overlapping tastes, we each have our own specific preferences. I tend to be more drawn to folk/Americana, while Casey's interests delve deeper into the vein of vulgar rap than I'd ever venture on my own. But I love that—I love that he's got me listening to Run the Jewels on repeat, a band I never would have considered if not for his influence. (I've definitely gotten a few looks from passersby in my small ND town when I drive by with this pouring from the speakers. Yes, I know I'm both white and a girl, and no, my boyfriend didn't just leave his CD in my car.)
I like music not just for the beat or melody, but also for the lyrics. I like not having all the answers. I enjoy taking the time to mull something over before I form an opinion. And I certainly appreciate songwriters who challenge me to do so.
This week's playlist includes songs that give you something to chew on. One of my favorites is a track by Rivers Cuomo. It's probable you've heard the version by his band Weezer, although this stripped-down one encompasses a much different tone.
Listen and think. That's all I ask.
Well, traffic is kind of bad
They’re widening Easy Street to fit more SUVs
They’re planting baby trees to grow to shady peaks
A little shelter from the sun and the upper tax bracket
Here on the cul-de-sac we are not giving back
Until the community repents
Because we can’t afford to be generous
There are closing costs and a narrow margin
So go earn your degree and we’ll take you out to lunch
You can work for us but you have eat them all up
One more mouthful and we will be happy then
Run the Jewels
A Christmas Fucking Miracle
The most impressionable minds get molested
And informed by manipulating forces
Don't fret little man, don't cry
They can never take the energy inside you were born with
Knowing that, understand you could never be poor
You already won the war, you were born rich
You can only take the energy you had
Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is
Can't Stop Partying
House of Cards
I don't wanna be your friend
I just wanna be your lover
*That lyric alone could be enough for me to write 80,000 words. What a premise.
My Morning Jacket
Into the Woods
Rage Against the Machine
Take the Power Back
*This is an acoustic version I'd never heard before, so I was pretty pleased to stumble upon it this morning.
Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and be Loved)