Mixtape 5

In which I realize that "Mixtape" is a really terrible name for a series of single songs.  Woops.  Oh well, I'm committed now.

I love Mumford & Sons (or, as my father calls them, The Moving Company, which is, coincidentally, what I think I shall name my band).  They are all my age and just stupid talented.  Marcus has a voice that absolutely levels me (for reals, it sounds like it comes from his socks).  Plus they like reading (note the title of the song). Jerks.  Anyway, here they are, doing acoustic things and being fantastic.

Mixtape 4

Laura Marling is so much cooler than I will ever be, it is just ridiculous.  I love her 2nd record so much it is just silly.  I love this song in particular, especially since it is wicked fun to play on ye olde guitar.

Mixtape 3

Mixtape time!  Listening to Robyn makes me feel like I'm in middle school again (Show Me Love, anyone?) and I've got to tell you, I sort of love it.  A lot.

Mixtape 2

Friday means mixtape.  And this week I'm in love with Patrick Watson's "Man Like Me."  I mean, come on--the voice? the guitar playing? the silly beard? the fact that he's playing in his shower? What's not to love?

Mixtape 1

If you've ever met me, you know that I constantly am listening to music. There is rarely a time that I don't have something playing--while I'm getting dressed, in the car on the way to work, in my office, making dinner--9 times out of 10 there is a soundtrack running in the background (my family will tell you that this soundtrack puts them to sleep.  I happen to disagree with them).  I'm sure you all read in The Violet about making monthly mixtapes.  This is something that my girlfriends from college and I have done in the past as a great way to keep in touch since we are terrible at the phone (really, it's pathetic).  It is great because every month you get a new set of songs so your music library never gets stale.  I am lucky because in addition to these cds, my dear dear friend, Hilary, is a total audiophile (she is seriously considering a career as a Music Supervisor, which I think is just about the coolest thing ever) and makes kick-ass mixes.  Truly, my ears are always so much happier when she comes home to visit.  And because one person shouldn't keep all of this excellence to themselves, I'm going to start sharing.

Today's pick? Ryan Adams, "Come Pick Me Up."  Because no one has ever made the phrase "screw all my friends, they're all full of shit" sound so pretty.



Enjoy! (and thanks, Hil)