We try to post a new song recommendation on a daily basis, and even though I know my recs are *insert world’s longest string of fire emojis*, the ultimate goal of this project is to bring multiple voices together.
Look: we know you have phenomenal taste in music, and if you really think about it, you’d be kinda selfish to keep it all to yourself.
So, we’re opening up our platform to all the music-loving wordsmiths out there.
If you’re interested in contributing some (or even just one — whatever floats your boat) song recommendations, hit us up at firstname.lastname@example.org the deets.
Don’t forget to send us personal essays/poetry inspired by your first song obsession for Issue #1. You can read the guidelines here. Deadline is 10/31!
Send submissions, questions, and confessions to email@example.com
When I was 5 or 6 years old, my grandpa made me a mixtape of all his favorite oldies songs for Christmas, which I proceeded to listen to constantly on my portable cassette player.
I was always drawn to this song in particular even though, at that time, I probably couldn’t relate to the themes of heartbreak, betrayal, or humiliation The Everly Brothers express so beautifully in just two minutes and twenty-five seconds.
There’s nothing like the loose and free bass of celebrated delirious funky priest Bootsy Collins to get you feeling right when things are going wrong.
Sampled plenty but never equaled, this song is guaranteed to make you a little bit cooler each time you listen to it. For best results, play it while cruising in your mothership, just after dusk, while the last of the blue sky fades away and the stars begin to shimmer and shine.
Hop on-board with Bootsy and ascend. Stretch out and relax with his Rubber Band on a cosmic journey. There’s no troubles where you’re going.
( Recommendation by Kevin Woodall)
It’s never been officially confirmed, but it has been speculated that the reason you can’t find this performance on YouTube anymore is because it’s just too fucking amazing for most people to handle.
But I think you got this.
Keep an eye out for Leon Russell; he’s the guy traveling to new planes of consciousness as he kills it on the keys.
For our first Memoir Mixtape, inquiring minds would like to know:
What was the first song that you were truly & madly obsessed with? And what possessed you to listen to Fleetwood Mac’s “Silver Springs” 304 times over one weekend in 4th grade? Did it lead to a personal breakthrough? Or to a year-long case of insomnia and fitful nightmares starring Stevie Nicks?
Yeah, I was never really the same after that summer.
Send your submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org
Wait…are there rules?
Not really. Just remember that we’re looking for essay length pieces — not novels. But now that I’m thinking about it…we’d love to see your poems, too. And don’t forget to include a short bio, photo, or any other relevant info you want to be included with your submission should it be included in our first mix.
Submissions close: 10/31
Does this song remind anyone else of the “Are You Afraid of the Dark? episode about the girl who gets hit by a car on prom night in the 1960s and comes back to haunt 90s prom-goers?
Just me? Okay.
If you’ve ever experienced the perplexing push & pull of being entangled with a fickle or indecisive lover, you’ll feel George Clanton’s pain in “It Makes the Babies Want to Cry.”
“Redbone” is one of the best (if not the best) songs of 2017, but “Awaken, My Love!” has so much more to offer.
I’m particularly fond of the opening track, “Me and Your Momma.” Definitely blew my mind the first time I took this sonic journey.
Years before CougarLife.com was a thing, Andre 3000 had me convinced of the chemistry that could only exist between sophisticated older ladies and younger men looking to hone their skills with someone more experienced. It’s not your typical internship, but worthwhile nonetheless.
Last night, I saw Interpol play “Turn on the Bright Lights” in its entirety as part of their 15th anniversary tour for the album. It was an amazing show, even though the mere fact of its existence made me feel old as hell.
My best friend and I were huge Interpol fans in high school. Hearing this iconic (at least in our own lives) album played live took us back in time, and it felt so good to jam out to those songs together.
In commemoration of the wonderful night, today’s song recommendation is “Say Hello to the Angels.”