Since I’m lame and don’t have a rig anymore, I have to resort to social music sets to get my earbugs out. I love blip.fm — it’s the service I use to embed a tune on the top-right corner of my blog. I haven’t been using playlist.com as much, but that’s more a function of not being in myspace so much ever since most of my missed connections are now on Facebook.
However, I have to dismantle old playlists on blip before I can put together a new one, and since I’ve had a request to restore my Cellar Door set to the current one (those crazy high school friends I’m back in touch with!) I really want to archive the set I chose for my apocalypse party, in case I ever have a chance to spin it real time.
So, without further ado, Helcat’s economic meltdown party from Sept. 16. Actually, it’s been a month, about frigging time for me to post a new one!
Until The End Of The World – U2
It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) – R.E.M.
1999 – Prince
Love Shack – B-52s
Groove Is In The Heart – Dee Lite
Love Is Noise (DM/DS Death and Glory Mix – The Verve
No One Lives Forever – Oingo Boingo
Til The End Of Time – DeVotchka
Once In A Lifetime – Wolfsheim
What You Feel – The Cast Of Buffy The Vampire Slayer
True Faith – New Order | play
Welcome Tomorrow – Love and Rockets
All Tomorrow’s Parties – Bryan Ferry
Come Tomorrow – Chicane
Ordinary World – Simon Le Bon & Pavarotti
Save a Prayer – Duran Duran
Let the Day Begin – The Call
Final Man – Covenant
Dead Man’s Party – Oingo Boingo
All You Zombies - The Hooters
Somnambulistic – Information Society
I will survive – Cake
My favorite discovery during this was Come Tomorrow, by Chicane, typically known for being an ibiza trance act. While you can hear the trance influence in the music, it’s considerably more organic.
I’m on vacation in Philadelphia right now, which will segue into a conference for work tomorrow evening. But let me sing the praises of my favorite convenience store chain, especially here in Philadelphia where you have Wawas that don’t look like Sheetzes.
The thing that sets Wawa apart, for me, isn’t the awesome hoagies or the cash registers that sound like video games or the free ATMs or the coffeetopia thing they have always had going on even before they called it that. It’s the creative way they approach snack food. Among the offerings in their prepack cooler? Hummus and pita rounds. Watermelon and canteloupe. Apples and peanut butter. Carrots and celery dippers. Perfect single servings of potato or macaroni salad. And their build menu, including their hoagies, really are awesome. If I’m in a Wawa-enabled region, I won’t stop anywhere else (with the notable exception of Gainesville, VA, which is significantly out of the way despite being only a few miles south of the Gainesville exit, mostly because traffic on that corridor is so congested).
For travelers on the I-95 corridor, it’s important to know that the cheapest gas you’ll find on that leg of the trip can be had in the Bel Air region north of Baltimore. Use exit 77 to Md. Rt. 24 north, and take the first right, follow that around to the Wawa on the right. (You can drive a little further on 24 and get to an even cheaper Wawa near Rt. 1, and in fact follow Rt. 1 all the way up to Pennsylvania, save yourself tolls and traffic, and enjoy much nicer views, but that’s another post. Also, the next cheap gas stop is in Bowling Green, VA. It’s all about strategy. Yet another post.)
Light. Lifting. Toe-tapping in the most unsung-hero kind of way. That’s how we felt last weekend in Annapolis when we ran across Laura Brino playing outside an art gallery at the annual Fall Festival there. The lovely thing about Music from the Streets, or my Found Music series as I call it on YouTube, is that is the randomness of discovery that makes this what it is. But it’s now officially a series, and I’m really delighted to bring you this piece from one of Annapolis’ own. Sorry for the abrupt ending — I like to include a short interview when I can but my batteries were low (and my iPhone seems determined to make a cameo in the bottom of the screen). So, without further ado, enjoy the jazz-indie-folksy stylings of Ms. Brino here:
It was weird, one day last winter, when Dean poured me a blended scotch–a special DeWars–and passed it over to me. I made faces drinking it, as I often do when trying a new drink that isn’t fruity, and kind of forced down the drink slowly over the next half hour or so. It was the only decent alcohol we had on hand and I was of a mind to have a drink for some reason, and so I did.
A couple of days later, I found myself craving the whiskey but completely unable to pinpoint what it was specifically that I was craving, because I hadn’t particularly cared for the DeWars. On a hunch, we picked up one of the lower-end single-malts and brought it home.
I still don’t know how it happened that in the middle of my 37th year, I became a Scotch fan. It’s a curiosity among my male friends, even more so that I’m starting to have the vocabulary to describe the different flavors of scotch–don’t like it too peaty or too sweet, and definitely prefer it neat, but still figuring out which ones I like more and less.
Even the low-end Scotch is a bit beyond my means at the moment (I’m a tad overextended from carrying most of the mortgage for a year and change), but it’s definitely a worthy entry in this, my first Stuff Helen Likes post, because I need blog fodder (as if I don’t have enough categories already).
