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So Hot Right Now, February 2013 (by Claire)

My hair icon for February, Cyndi Lauper

Here’s the truth: So Hot Right Now posts are always hard for me to write. I play those 15 songs obsessively, plucking many of them out of thin air and promptly devouring them over the course of the last week of the month. That’s supposed to quell my wandering attention span, that batch of new songs. I line them up and play them on repeat, I pledge my endless listening devotion to them, for the next month at least. I slide one in next to the other, drag it down, rearrange tracks 7 and 15, then 12 and 3, then think about transitions. What sounds delicious? What bridge between two songs is so luscious and unexpected that it has to be honored? A few months ago Joshua slipped “Flowers in Your Hair” by The Lumineers right behind “Summer Breeze” by the Isley Brothers and that movement from one song to the next plucked an emotional chord. It sounded like the first buttery sunshine filled day of summer or the rosy cheeked heat of a new crush. It was perfect. It was the ideal transition. I wanted every transition on my lists to sound as good.

I am obsessive. There are all kinds of corners and knick knacks in my apartment that get fondly pinged by my passing fingertips several times a day. I often listen to a song more than ten times in a row. And that obsessiveness is sometimes fun, but when it comes to making mixes, it’s easy for it to get exhausting. One of my favorite songs last year was “Closer” by Tegan and Sarah. It’s almost unbearable to listen to now because I listened to it so many times. At this point it sounds like construction or a loud clock—that low level jarring kind of noise that pinches your nerves. I wear out so many great songs, I have to shelve them and come back to them months later, if ever (Seriously, after waiting for the new Tegan and Sara album for months, it’s disappointing to have to skip the excellent kick off that is “Closer” every time I listen to it). So Hot Right Now mixes are lists of songs I’ve worn down to the bone. I post them here, and I run as far away from them as I can.

The past week of this brand new month has been full of big emotions, good and bad. I kept meaning to post my original list, but it seemed like it expired on February 1st. I didn’t want to hear all the stuff I’d listened to last month. I wanted the comfort of songs that I loved, songs I could never get tired of. I wanted Tom Petty and Etta James and Liz Phair. I wanted slightly less familiar songs from albums I play often, songs like “Where I’m Waking” by Slow Club and “Again Today” by The Feelies.  I wanted the relief of new songs that I’m still charmed with, like “Young Adult Friction” by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart and “Golden Haze” by Wild Nothing. I didn’t want to sort them out because they sounded so perfect and right just where they were, all in a row, where I wanted them to be when I needed to find them.

In case you were curious, and because it was a very good mix, that mix I made and couldn’t listen to for another second, here’s my original So Hot Right Now for February. I hope you enjoy them both—let me know what you’re listening to this month in the comments.

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Dream Pop and Bronchitis: A Love Story (by Claire)

When I was a little kid, I knew I was really sick when I could stare at a wall without getting bored. I used to get brutal strep throat a couple times a year. I remember watching shadows slide across my bedroom walls, completely absorbed, my mind playful and drowsy as cherry flavored painkillers fizzled and expanded in my belly. I knew I was better when my walls became walls again, boring and flat, not nearly as good as lying on the grey couch in the living room and watching Ferris Bueller for the 100th time.

I wrestled with the upper respiratory infection from hell about two weeks ago and lost—I’ve been on the couch ever since, drinking ginger tea and trying to catch my breath. Lost in endless online clicking, I stumbled onto Indie Shuffle and fell down a lovely dream pop rabbit hole. Dream pop is a genre I like a little bit all the time, but I love it when I’m sick. It’s my grownup version of staring at walls, except it stays engaging even after the last dregs of cough syrup have been downed. Textured and ethereal, so lusciously and carefully layered with soft sounds, it keeps the anxiousness and boredom at bay so I can rest. I’m on the mend, but these songs from my week on the couch still make me feel quiet and comforted.

“Shadow” by Wild Nothing

“Shadow” is a bright silver thing, full of chipper guitar riffs and quick drums and breathless vocals.  Nocturne, the album this song is from, is dangerous—once I had a taste, I listened to almost nothing else for days.

“Young Blood” by Cemeteries

Being exhausted and barely able to breathe makes me feel like I’m walking on the bottom of the ocean.  Time slips by slowly, the day tucked away in a strange fog. The air feels dense, lungs confused and limbs heavy. “Young Blood” sounds like it was recorded in a dark ocean cave. Even better, it has the twinkly, dark quality of a visit to that cave, as though you’re standing there watching the song come together, as you reach towards a glowing anemone, your eyes wide and body oddly quiet.

“Seahorses” by Ghost In You

When I was in college, I required a possibly unhealthy amount of “staring out of a window having THOUGHTS” music. My late teens required a lot of bad poetry and Garden State soundtrack listening, both of which sort of embarrass me now. But there were qualities to that music that I loved—the gentleness, the thoughtful lyrics, the dreamy vocals and simple guitar riffs. “Seahorses” by Ghost In You has all of those qualities with more emotional heft and artistry. It’s perfect for when you’re feeling dreamy and thoughtful; sitting by a window is not required, but it’s nice. Try it.

“6 More Weeks” by Erika Spring

Erika Spring’s whispery, sugar sweet voice is lovely, especially when paired with the insistent drums here. The beat has this frantic control to it, like a sped up heartbeat, and there’s an unexpected collage of sounds towards the end that feels vaguely 80s. I think Erika Spring is technically synth pop not dream pop, but her voice has that classic hushed dreamy quality.  I’m not a genre expert. If you are, leave some serious music nerd comments please, the kind that start with “ACTUALLY” and reference genres so obscure their own artists couldn’t name them. That stuff makes me smile and I’m still sick, so consider it a Charm City Jukebox approved version of a “Get Well Soon!” message.

“Wild” by Beach House

You know, I always do this. I march around and announce how much I don’t “get” a band, how they’re boring and overhyped, and hey what’s the big idea chump? (I only talk like an old timey gangster when I’m criticizing music, I promise.) Anyway, after I’ve cycled through every music loving friend I have and debated my side heartily, out of nowhere, my tastes rebel. It doesn’t always happen, it’s more of a new band problem than an old one (sorry, Billy Joel), but it happens often enough that I’m inclined to put all bands on a far longer probation period. This is a long winded way of sheepishly telling those music loving friends of mine, who watched me roll my eyes repeatedly about critic’s darling Bloom, that I take it back. I’m sorry. Next round’s on me?

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