when i realize i'm singing along and haven't missed a beat, key change, a single emotional nuance, i start to feel extraordinary. like i have this bizarre talent, the anticipation of lyric before its verbal release. it's simply not possible that i actually know this song.
in the fall, starbucks was giving out a free song from itunes with a purchase -- and as a indiscriminate liker of things free, i collected them all. this was one of them. something about the song must have interested me -- the way the song "no one's going to love you" by band of horses did. in a 'i like this song, but i doubt i'll ever listen to it on purpose and i'm very sure i won't buy the cd in its entirity' so i started making myself a mix called "building a mix."
for whatever reason, this song became my "cool-down-from-a-run" song. it's upbeat and almost fast. perfect for walking, drinking water, ruing my achilles tendons and patting myself on the back for a job slowly done.
so that is this song's job: to coax me through 4 minutes, 20 seconds of walking, of filling my water bottle and of sanitizing the treadie of my disgusting germs.
and now, accidentally, i can croon it like a little lark without even knowing it was seeping into my brain. i should start listening to songs in spanish or about math or changing my own oil.
i'm realizing that the music i like relies on circumstance. i have about 10 things i listen to regularly in a normal, focused setting, including: bon iver, ida, cat power, the national, radiohead, colin meloy [does morrissey], feist, rilo kiley ... i learned the hard way that for some reason that "the trapeze swinger" by iron and wine make me weepy. no idea why.
and there is little on my running mix that i would listen to under normal circumstances: janet jackson's "nasty boys" and "control"; britney spears' "toxic" and "i'm a slave 4 u"; new order's "true faith" and "bizarre love triangle"; "run" by gnarls barkley.
while i love camera obscura and ben kweller, i only want to hear them on long car rides. and the dresden dolls' take on caberet punk when its winter or raining.
lately i've been craving phil collins. i don't know what circumstances, aside from driving alone in my car at midnight, would call for me to play "against all odds" and so i've not downloaded it. i typically don't like to delve into the 80s unless i have an audience and a microphone and i've done my hair and -- let's face it -- it's madonna or denise williams or stevie nicks. lionel ritchie is fantastic makeout music. the fleetwood collection and supertramp, simon and garfunkle -- great for epic cleaning.
"tears for fears'" album "songs from the big chair" was perfect for grilling at 2 a.m. the other night. but only the album. and only when grilling.