Playlist

26 December 2007 @ 23:51 | Posted in » Entertainment

My wonderful wife purchased me an iPod Nano for Christmas. I’ve gone back and forth on wanting one for some time. There are a lot of podcasts that I would welcome being able to listen to as I am on the move. Having some tunes with me is always welcomed too.

So, this evening I have been playing. I have downloaded a few live shows to get things going. I have loaded my first Grateful Dead show, a Jerry Garcia Band show I attended, and another Garcia show from ’91 (I loved that tour).

I’ve also been arranging my podcasts and getting those in order.

And finally, I took a step back into time and pretended I was in high school. One of my favorite pastimes back then was making mix tapes. I fancied myself a DJ of sorts, I suppose. This is the first mix I have put together in some time. I’ll have to see how it plays out . . .

Feelin’ Alright Joe Cocker With A Little Help From My Friends
Mozambique Bob Dylan Desire
Sailing Shoes/Hey Julia/Sneakin’ Sally Through The Alley Robert Palmer Sneakin’ Sally Through The Alley
Let It Rock Jerry Garcia Compliments
Two Princes Spin Doctors Pocket Full of Kryptonite
Motorcycle Mama Neil Young Road Rock, Vol. 1: Friends & Relatives
Walk On Neil Young On The Beach
Midnight Special Paul McCartney Choba B Cccp
Dixie Chicken Little Feat Dixie Chicken
50 Ways To Leave Your Lover Paul Simon Still Crazy After All These Years
Rock And Roll All Nite Kiss Unplugged [Live]
Bertha Los Lobos Deadicated
Tuesday’s Gone Lynyrd Skynyrd Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd
Burn Down The Mission Elton John Tumbleweed Connection
Bitch Meredith Brooks Bitch [Single]
Houses Of The Holy Led Zeppelin Physical Graffiti [Disc 1]
Shattered The Rolling Stones Some Girls

All these songs have a special significance to me. It would take too long to document them all tonight, but Shattered reminds of five months at the end of 1988 and the beginning of 1989 when I ran a restaurant and bar on Boyleston Street in Boston. Being the new manager in this place, one of the shifts I was given was Sunday evening shift. Students from Northeastern were a large part of our clientele. On Sunday evenings, the students remained home (presumably to study) and the bar had a unique set of regulars, including Steven Wright.

Last call on Sundays was more raucous than any other evening. We closed the blinds, guarded the doors, and cranked the tunes. The pretty girls joined the bartenders atop the bar for Shattered. Drinks flowed and the money poured in. Unless I become senile, I suspect I will never separate this song from last call.