Jazz might be the best cliché since patriotism. The idea of pulling a scratchy record out of a battered sleeve covered in abstract pastels and laying on a record player, releasing a long wail of saxophone while you brood and smoke and shoot heroin sounds about as cheesey and pretentious as the pledge of allegiance. But sometimes I need a little romanticism, OK a lot of romanticism. Tomorrow is Martin Luther Kings day, and it's raining this morning in Shaw. Imagine that I finished that analogy, I have to clean my needle.
Everything I Have is Yours -- Sarah Vaughan
51% -- Mark Sandman
Underwater -- Undercover Monks
That Fossil That You Call Your Lover --The Aluminum Group
Turiya And Ramakrishna -- Alice Coltrane
Flowers -- Dudley Perkins/Peanut Butter Wolf
Do It Again -- Herbie Mann
Lucky Cloud -- White Hinterland
skiffling -- Fourth way
No Time To Chill -- Labtekwon
João e Maria -- Chico Buarque
That Song --Tahiti Boy & The Palmtree Family
See Line Woman --Nina Simone [remix]
Your Motion Says -- Holiday Shores
Very Small Rock -- Happy Apple
What Was Your Name --Aloe Blacc
Microscopic Horses -- Todd Sickafoose Group
Nautilus -- Bob James
Fillings -- Grenadine
Building Steam With a Grain -- DJ Shadow
You Know, You Know -- Mahavishnu Orchestra
Famous Redheads -- Lotion
I Think I'll Call It Morning -- Gil Scott-Heron
God loves a cheerful giver.
loving the Herbie Mann (obvi)