(Editor's Note: I wrote this blog some months ago in a -- rather costly -- haze of booze & boredom. Moments after publishing it vanished. Somehow, by divine providence perhaps, it returned this morning. I kind of wish it hadn't)
I take great care with playlist assembly. Neurotically so.
Any two versions of a song -- be them separate takes of a single session or recordings with varying clarity & hiss -- can move me differently. & this otherwise fantastic site seems intent on discouraging choosy fucks like myself.
For example, though this may be necessarily untrue:
I want the 'Sophisticated Lady' with Harry Carney's solo, not the equally wonderful, but sonically irrelevant version with that 'cello solo. Or say, the precise opposite. Yet only one is available! The wrong one.
What should a featherless biped do?
One bad apple spoils the bunch -- or else ferries a worm into beautiful still-life -- & if I tolerate even a single departure of form it all may unravel.
Take the time I put together an R&B collection for a German (& thus, soulless) friend (not you, Dr. Florian, a songwriter by the name of Kristian):
A tune by Carla Thomas had been nagging me since I first opted to included it. Essential? No, but a day prior I had a sublime vision of hue & shape while listening & facing a box-fan set to high. It was an unusually hot day.
Eventually, I dropped the project altogether. That's the potential cost of Last.fm's refusal to conform to my neuroses.
Something to think about, Mods & Modesses.
z.r.s.
I take great care with playlist assembly. Neurotically so.
Any two versions of a song -- be them separate takes of a single session or recordings with varying clarity & hiss -- can move me differently. & this otherwise fantastic site seems intent on discouraging choosy fucks like myself.
For example, though this may be necessarily untrue:
I want the 'Sophisticated Lady' with Harry Carney's solo, not the equally wonderful, but sonically irrelevant version with that 'cello solo. Or say, the precise opposite. Yet only one is available! The wrong one.
What should a featherless biped do?
One bad apple spoils the bunch -- or else ferries a worm into beautiful still-life -- & if I tolerate even a single departure of form it all may unravel.
Take the time I put together an R&B collection for a German (& thus, soulless) friend (not you, Dr. Florian, a songwriter by the name of Kristian):
A tune by Carla Thomas had been nagging me since I first opted to included it. Essential? No, but a day prior I had a sublime vision of hue & shape while listening & facing a box-fan set to high. It was an unusually hot day.
Eventually, I dropped the project altogether. That's the potential cost of Last.fm's refusal to conform to my neuroses.
Something to think about, Mods & Modesses.
z.r.s.
