Saturday Songs
Faithless is banging in my head still. When you arrive and see two massive drum and percussions kits on stage, there really is no more to be said. Their music has been the soundtrack of the last 16? 17? years. That one tone, that endlessly reinvented top-note, uniquely theirs, that lifts a crowd into the air, scoops them up and deposits them onto a relentless, driving groove. Maxi Jazz presiding over events in a shameless display of vanity: parading, crooning, commanding, rapping out his words of poetry.
You’re the left eye. I’m the right. It would be madness to fight.
A year ago I celebrated my 40 years on this earth and asked only for music. The music that has defined our relationship or that brings joy, whatever music people wanted to give me. And for the last year I have been taking a random walk through this and other stuff that has found its way onto my harddrive. It is an endlessly evolving gift. I have been pulling tracks out of it into what I’ve called supercool playlists. Here are a few songs from the soundtrack of last year.
This one got me through July and August.
Not only an amazing song, but a really cool, single tracking shot…
The best cover ever.
Opening scene of The Angel.
