Category Archives: mixtape

So there I was with nothing left but some song. But it was a brilliant song, and I kept listening and soon other ladies voices rose up to harmonize. These are some great songs. You definitely should enjoy.

Inspiration works for me serendipitously. I see something or hear something and it sticks with me until I see or hear something else and this goes on and on until my mind is all stuck together with things I can’t … Continue reading →

I once heard that if a young person smokes, the nicotine threads itself through the fibers of that young mind and changes the way the brain develops and becomes a part of how he thinks. Whether or not that is … Continue reading →

Sitting on the train the other night (an urban train… CTA) I felt the sadness coming, which could have simply been frost from the window but it definitely set the mood. I turned up my iPod and began looking for … Continue reading →

This music is some of my favorite from different genres. It will not be everyone’s cup of tea but if you like randomness, enjoy country and hip-hop, then this may be the mix for you!

So I LOVE cover songs. I have created two entire mixtapes of them. This is a re-post of my favorite of those mixes. They tend toward feeling sad. They are reinventions of great music. Enjoy!

To quote K-Os… “This is not a love song… It’s a sonnet.” I got inspired yesterday over a glass of wine. The girl that made me think of these songs is my longest friend… not in height but in chronology. … Continue reading →

A collection of songs (some recycled from older mixes that are no longer available) that tell a story. Or so it seems to me.  A little kinky.  A little funky.  And the mandatory awesome cover songs.  Enjoy!

It began with my sister and her unconventional spelling of potential baby names. This was followed by a remembered impression from a lovely evening with Tuta: a concert featuring DeVotchKa and Gogol Bordello. And then came a singular movie and … Continue reading →

It is not necessarily the power to speak as it is the need for an audience. A receptive listener. A passionate lover or an anxious blogger both was the same thing: to be heard. This mix began with my obsession … Continue reading →