I said I’d bring some music to the midsummer’s party I went to. I ended up making one mixtape in three minutes, called it MLBRGSMMR and rushed out the door to catch the last bus in time for herring.
It got a lot of old tunes on there, some new, plenty of Paul.
Joni, you gotta have Joni (with Jaco so discretely on bass).
Anyways, even though I did in such a rush I quite like how it ended up.
I guess it sounds like this summer to me.
Wings Wino Junko Odyssey Who* Mourning Sun Where's Love Gone Today Richard Henry Oh Girl* Joni Mitchell Don Juan's Reckless Daughter Headstone Turn Your Head* The Weeknd Rolling Stone Inc. Swear Paul McCartney Check My Machine Woods Who Do I Think I Am? Sage I Found My Music Eddie Callahan Santa Cruz Mountains Barbara Mason Yes I'm ready UB40 Where Did I Go Wrong? Paul McCartney & Wings Love Is Strange Frank Ocean American Wedding
*stolen from a brilliant CD called “Fill your head with pop – Inside the home of Bob Stanley” (which is exactly what it says on the tin).
(Oh and here is last summer’s mixtape. It takes me back in the strangest way.
And Paul is the missing link.)
Friday was midsummer’s eve in Sweden. It manifests itself like most Swedish holidays: we drink a lot of schnapps and eat pickled herring.
There is also dancing – around a massive penis-resembling thing. (No accident, it’s meant to be a penis-resembling thing. It’s something to do with fertility and what the land has to offer etc.) We call it a midsummer’s pole.
It’s one of my favourite holidays.
The food is great, the weather at least could be (but usually isn’t) (but actually was this time, at least where I was) and if you go to the right party there is horseradish schnapps. It is the best.
Simply peel and chop into chip-sized bits two big pieces of horseradish.
Pop them in a nice bottle of vodka.
Let it rest. Preferably for two weeks or so but a couple of hours works too. If you use enough horseradish.
And voilà, the best schnapps ever.
If you like horseradish.
If I don’t control myself, every other song I write ends up with the word summer in it.
It holds such promise.
A promise that is unnervingly evident in the beautiful photographic series of Massimo Vitali – beaches literally crumbling under that very notion.
This in turn makes me think of some of Joseph Szabo‘s wonderful pictures – of youth, summer and Jones Beach, one of the busiest beaches in the world.
Yet Vitali’s and Szabo’s work are each other’s opposites in many ways.
Vitali’s anonymous mass – colourful and pretty as an abstract pattern, very unsettling if you look too closely – versus the warm black and white imagery of Szabo, where inside every chest there is a heart and inside every head there is a mind.
The crowd versus its’ individuals.
But this – and beach raves and smiles – aside, there is a deep melancholy running through every single one of their pictures.
Summer, it holds such promise.
(They both have several books published, get them.)
image borrowed from Carly Scott
I’ve had an awful day. It seems I have those of late.
I tell you this so you don’t go looking for a catchy groove. But I’ve made a mix.
11 beautiful songs – old, new, deep blue.
Including my two favourite songs* of the year so far, as well as the best new voice** I’ve heard in a long time…
So, you know, if you want to, by all means, STEP INTO MY GLOOM.
1. Pure X Heavy Air 2. Ela Orleans She Who Could Bin You 3. Frank Ocean** We all try 4. Marvin Gaye You're the one for me 5. Al Wilson By The Time I Get To Phoenix 6. Woods Wouldn't Waste 7. Cass McCombs County Line* 8. Nico Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams 9. Dirty Beaches Lord Knows Best* 10. The Memories Baby (You're Totally Crazy) 11. Paul McCartney Waterfalls