An ill omen of the coming week for sure. There is something fundamentally wrong with the coffee we bought yesterday and I’m contemplating returning it to the store. It doesn’t taste like coffee. It doesn’t pick me up like coffee. It’s the abstraction of coffee. Possibly decaffeinated? Either way, Christians would declare it unholy.
Anyways. My Sunday morning mix:
When the Grown-up Ladies Act like Babies (1914), Al Jolson
Hoppipolla, Sigur Rós
Islands in the Stream, Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers
One By One All Day, The Shins
I Wanna Be Your Dog, Uncle Tupelo
Born Slippy (Nuxx), Underworld
Soliloquy, Deyhim, Sussan And Shirin Neshat
Indian War Whoop, John Hartford
A Movie Script Ending, Death Cab for Cutie
Somebody to Love, Queen
Paris 2004, Peter Bjorn and John
3 thoughts on “My coffee, the doppelganger”
I’ve been cranking that Uncle Tupelo song in my car for two days. It’s also stuck in my brain on repeat. There’s a bunch on here I haven’t heard of. That’s so nice.
I love how you have Dolly and Rodger sandwiched between Sigur and Shins.
And it totally works!