Another week, another playlist. Think I’m getting closer to sustainable model, rue or celebrate that as you see fit, but this feels like the best path I’ve walked so far. Just some fine-tuning to do.
First, and best, the week set up a little weird and, with the new program, open. For one, while I knew this post would feature/star/highlight the French duo, Air, I don’t remember whether I even named the two-three sub-ft.s I intended. This worked out (and didn’t) because, when I bitched at twitter about Spotify’s Discover Weekly planning yet another shitty date night, a good and stout fella (posts on twitter as @BackOfficeGavin) graciously lined up some bands for me to check out. And here’s the beautiful part: I had the time. Instead of death-marching myself through eight albums by two artists, I had space to lose some of his suggestions here (e.g., Anatomy Class; too familiar), dabble there (e.g., Django Django), and then get a little obsessive in a corner all by myself, and can you excuse me, don't you have something else to do? (The Go! Team).
Later in the week, I remembered a couple bands/artists I had intended to check out (might even have mentioned), in Night School and Sam Evian, but it all fit…well, reasonably well (I was cramming far too late into last night, but....baby steps). I always want more time and, in this case, the time I lost only leaves time for the briefest notes on the “sub-fts.” (I count three really: Night School, Sam Evian, and The Go! Team), because I still have notes on the songs I want to get in, plus I wanted to dump some stuff on Air because they mark the fairly rare example of a band whose music sunk deep roots into my life - the second part of it, as in happens.
When I hear of Air’s debut album, Moon Safari, it takes me back to the earliest days with my wife, before kids, marriage and nearly 15 years. At the end of our first dates, we’d hit play on the CD player, crawl into bed and, with “La Femme Argent” slinking around the darkness, we’d squeeze together until we found that sweet spot where you finally feel close enough. “Ce matin-la” evokes an even stronger feeling. On one of our first family trips with both kids, after we’d driven through the night to save money on hotels, that song played as we drove into a sun rising on a massive mountain valley. Everything glowed in that moment and, with that song playing, my life felt perfect as what they want you to buy in one of those car commercials. No, no, the classy ones. None of that truck shit.
As seems to happen…more than I really noticed, frankly, I more or less completely lost track of Air. At most, I listened to their third studio album, 10000 Hz Legend, a few times before deciding I liked Moon Safari so much more that I'd play it into the ground. Through the gift of my back-pocket record store (Spotify), this past week caught me up with the Air - who, as it happens, studied architecture (Nicolas Godin) and mathematics (Jean-Benoit Dunckel) in college (from Wikipedia, as usual). Also, they palled around with Sofia Coppola, provided the music for a couple high-profile indie movies (Virgin Suicides and Lost in Translation)…and here’s where I stop pretending I put in a ton of research into the band. (Full disclosure: The combination of my deep admiration for and lack of curiosity about the daily thoughts and feelings of actors, musicians and athletes should interest at least a few shrinks. Hmm…)