My coffee, the doppelganger

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

U-Mass, Pixies

Somebody to Love, Queen

Paris 2004, Peter Bjorn and John

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3 thoughts on “My coffee, the doppelganger”

  1. 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.

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