I’m in an eclectic musical mood, brought about, perhaps, by my earlier exorcism. Music helps me think or, more precisely, helps me analyze my thoughts. The playlist so far this morning, thanks to Spotify:
- Stranger in a Strange Land, Leon Russell
- Seduced, Leon Redbone
- Lazy Bones, Leon Redbone
- Ojo, Leo Kottke
- Malaguena, Juan Poco
- Zorba the Greek, Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
- Come Healing, Leonard Cohen
- Cancao do Mar, Dulce Pontes
- I Will Follow You into the Dark, Death Cab for Cutie
- Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino, Gianmaria Testa
- Come Away with Me, Norah Jones
- The Story, Brandi Carlile
- If 6 was 9, Jimi Hendrix
- She Came in through the Bathroom Window, Joe Cocker
- Down on Me, Big Brother and the Holding Company (Janis Joplin)
- Sunshine of Your Love, Cream
- Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed, Kinky Friedman
- Turning Japanese, The Vapors
- Mexican Radio, Wall of Voodoo
- Down Under, Men at Work
- Lighthouse, Antje Duvekot
- In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Neutral Milk Hotel
- Hang on Little Tomato, Pink Martini
- Castles Made of Sand, Jimi Hendrix
- Memphis in the Meantime, John Hiatt
- This Life, Curtis Stigers, The Forest Rangers (theme from Sons of Anarchy)
- My Uncle Used to Love Me (But She Died), Roger Miller
- Adeste Fidelis, The Roches
- God Bless the Child, Billie Holiday
- What a Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong
I should collect all of these tunes in a single playlist so I can conjure the mood I’ve been in these last few hours. But that’s impossible. Not collecting these pieces into a play list; conjuring a mood with music. Thoughts conjure moods. But music can conjure thoughts. So am I thinking in circles? I often do.
