(vol.2)
In honor of the whole bloody affair, I re-purposed the photoshopped photo I posted before. There is a very good chance, perhaps a 100% chance that I will be the only one that finds this funny. I’ve made peace with that. I also thought it was funny calling something “my finest mixtape” then posting a follow-up.
Instead of posting a zip file, I did it thru 8tracks. You can’t see the tracklist (ed’s note: tracklisting is crucial) on 8tracks but since I’m a nice fucking guy, here it is. Also since I’m a nice guy, could probably make a zip file if you want (ed’s note: no one cares)
Aside - The Weakerthans
Little Infinity - Disco Vietnam
Coconut Bible - Yuck
End of the Night - Smith Westerns
Say Yes - Shadow Shadow Shade
Tropics - Slang Chickens
Debaser - The Pixies
Middle Of The Road - The Pretenders
Life Is White - Big Star
Jackie Wants A Black Eye - Dr. Dog
Echos Myron - Guided By Voices
Heat & Hot Water - ARMS
A Leaving Song - Broken Records
Poor Fools - The Lonely Wild
To Call My Own - Golden Smog
One By One - Billy Bragg & Wilco
The Lengths - The Black Keys
Say You Miss Me - Wilco
If I were to describe this mixtape as food or beverages, the first five songs some jager-bombs and quickly drank celebratory beers. Then the next four songs are pizza with some heavy toppings and a pastrami sandwich. The next song is a beer you drank because your friend who really knows a lot about beers recommended it. You like it. It pairs well with the next three songs which are some really epic, grandiose motherfucker-type cheeseburgers. They don’t sit heavy, you just marvel at the craftsmanship and epic nature of how these burgers were constructed. The next song is a shot of Beam those guys who are friends of friends bought you. It’s fine. A change of pace. You maybe hadn’t thought to start drinking whiskey now but guess what, you are. The last three songs is that whiskey. Top-shelf shit. It may be getting more than a little wobbly in here but you are going to enjoy the shit out of this whiskey. Because you have good taste and a sense of duty. Feelings are felt. You miss girls you haven’t even met yet and you want people to think about you, like Christine McVie would say. You aren’t sad or sick since it’s that good shit, you’ll be fine in the morning. And you are going to do it all over again.
