Artist	Song
Adam Green	Emily
Elf Power	Softly Through the Void
Billy Bragg & Wilco	Hesitating Beauty
Sundae	El Cine
Luna	Lovedust
Black Umbrella	Secret Kiss
Tiger Army	As the Cold Rain Falls
Sambassadeur	Final Say
Titus Andronicus	Titus Andronicus
Hysterics	Mostly Untitled
Zookeeper	Ballad of My Friends
De Novo Dahl	Shout
Mahjongg	Pontiac
Pacific	Sunset Blvd.
Cruiserweight	Balboa
Soda Fountain Rag	Yesterday
The Hot Toddies	Seattle
Biirdie	Estelle
British Sea Power	Atom
The Elected	Biggest Star
Tegan & Sara	Divided
DeVotchKa	You Love Me
Traveling Wilburys	End of the Line
Flogging Molly	Us of Lesser Gods
Fanfarlo	Fire Escape
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds	Dig, Lazarus, Dig
Prince	The One U Wanna C
Jens Lekman	Be Good
Josh Ritter	Thin Blue Flame
The Avalanches	Live at Dominoes

Comment:

I don't know why, exactly - could be my heavy movie upbringing, conditioning me to think of everything in big, exaggerated, pretentious terms - but there's nothing I love more than believing in the power of music to change the world. I know, what does that even mean? I don't know, but when I'm compiling mixes, I invariably end up in this pompous state of mind, imagining how profoundly this music affects my life and reflects it and expresses it and these 80 or so minutes are the grand summation of the movie, the big theme, played out with alternating intensity and tender poignancy. Not true, needless to say. My life is an endless formula. No excitement, no serious ups or downs, no adventures, epiphanies, changes, incredible moments. I mean, I love it, but it certainly doesn't deserve a soundtrack as dynamic as this mix. Well, maybe it deserves the introspective tracks. Actually, it does deserve them all, but mostly as substitutes for the reality of my outward existence. I feel each of these songs, but I don't show it, an unfortunate side effect of my cultural zombification. I'm scared of being ridiculed or rejected by putting myself out there, even in the most general ways. Of course I shouldn't care, but I've cared for so long, since such a young age, that I'm stuck. I'm never comfortable just letting my feelings hang out. I'm always reserved and self-conscious. It's a lame way to live, but I'm trapped in it by my own stupid mortal fears. Oh well, make the best of your fuck-ups, I guess. If I can't adequately burst with joy, or lash out with anger and frustration, or not give a fuck and just be goofy sometimes, at least I have all this exquisite music to do it for me, like paralyzed people with their electronic voice synthesizers. I've said this all before in previous mix comments, I know, but it bugs the shit out of me (not enough to change, needless to say, but enough for me to turn it over in my mind a billion times), so I can't just let it go. A recurring theme, let's call it.

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