Don't Let It Get You Down

This week's mix is inspired by my love/loathe of Indiana winters. There are warm living rooms, warm bars, and warm tunes - but dang it I need some sun. The first track is by a dude named Dick Plydor. This tune will melt the winter of your heart and make you wish that you were planning some summer mischief. It is from a radio station's compilation of Greasy RocknRoll. I'll throw up a link in the sidebar. Another track to mention is #8 by Sleep. This, if you don't remember, was the song playing while the two kids in Gummo are riding their bikes like badasses with bb guns in hand.



The rest are just plain rad tracks. I included a suh-weeeet and very brief track of thrash punk by Jerry's Kids which I think adds a little kick to this mix.



I hope you download and enjoy another warm batch of tunes painstakingly arranged by yours truly. All of these songs have brightened up my February.

Link to grab the mix: Here

1. Samoa - Dick Plydor
2. Everywhere with Helicopter - Guided by Voices
3. Planes Crashing - My Dad is Dead
4. Dragonaut - Sleep (Gummo Soundtrack)
5. Tragic Carpet Ride - Polvo
6. Girl - Danzig
7. Only Two - Skip Godspeed
8. Some Grass - Sleep (Gummo Soundtrack)
9. Ruby, Are You Mad? - The Osbourne Bros.
10. The Big Picture - My Dad is Dead
11. Wax - Haymarket Riot
12. The Days Go By, But He's Old - Continental Divide
13. Uncontrollable - Jerry's Kids
14. Jesus Loves Me - Gummo Soundtrack
15. **BONUS** Running With The Devil - David Lee Roth VOCAL ONLY TRACK!!! (Try doing reverse karaoke).

PS: I started trying to write everyday again. I'm gonna post bits here. Dig. Fiction.

Penelope felt as if her days began and ended on the escalators. She didn't even completely wake up until she was killing the last swig of a cup of coffee midway up to housewares – trying to fix her hair in a mirrored wall before reaching the top. The smell of fine perfume, leather handbags, and Yankee candles lulled her into a complacent and dull existence behind the cash register for eight hours of work. And then she rode the escalator back down with the other ladies who made funny old lady jokes about customers and bid each other goodnight. The job was okay.

After “taking a semester off from college,” Penelope hoped that a department store job might carry a certain amount of young female prestige. It wasn't grocery store or a burger joint; it was a store in the mall that carries better to fine merchandise. And it was staffed mainly by women, divorcees and widows mostly. Penelope found a certain comfort in them, in their presence and conversations about simple things like sheets and recipes. She had grown up around older women – her great grandmother, grandmother, mother, and all their friends. They had always taught Penelope things, fawned over her hair, and loved her. Then they all started to die, her mother last summer – and the rest became estranged. These things change as one gets older, or at least thats what Penelope told herself. She bought a pretty costume jewelry diamond ring from the flea market and wore it to work to show to them.
Outside of work, without slacks and blouses and rings, Penelope was a punk rocker. She didn't kick in skulls or throw beer bottles at cops. But she did download rare, out of print 7”inches and boasted a fairly vast and eclectic knowledge of rock (and early rap) music. Penelope decided that she was a punk rocker because of her attitude and her unequivocal love for Shellac, Fugazi, and The Pixies to name a few. But since last summer, when both her mom died and she got the job, she had mainly been listening to The Smiths, Belle and Sebastian, and Neil Young. Sonic Youth on Sundays. It was only when she was drunk that Black Flag seemed appropriate – but no one else wanted to hear it because Penelope didn't really have any punk rock friends. Most of her friends listed to crappy Pop and her boyfriend was in a bluegrass phase. Penelope liked Bluegrass okay - but it started to sound like rattling tinfoil after a while.