Stealing and modifying this idea from Han who got it from Cameron Crowe. Instead of making a monthly mix of whatever songs I'm listening to for whatever reason, this'll be a monthly list of songs that got stuck in my head over the last 30, and, to the best of my recollection, why. There always seems to be a reason, if I think about it enough. Hope this turns into some kind of audio soundtrack diary.

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Molly’s Lips, The Vaselines
Xtop got THE WAY OF THE VASELINES and that started this going through your head. You probably burned out on JESUS WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM when the Cobanniversary came a few months back.

Marquee Moon, Television
Setting up the TV and stuff/ watching movies/ movie marquee / marquee moon

Making Time, Small Faces
Saw NAPOLEON DYNAMITE trailer. Xtop asks, what the hell is NAPOLEON DYNAMITE? You say it looks like a RUSHMORE-y thing. Xtop: RUSHMORE, if Max was retarded. Cue MAKING TIME and politically un-correct fantasy RUSHMORE remix sequence in your head with a mildly retarded Max and his extra-curricular activities. Funny to you and you only.

Dirty Girl, The Eels
iPod cleaning, come across track. “I like a girl with a dirty mouth/I know that I can trust her.” Mind? Mouth? Something. Whatever.

Distortions, Clinic
I want to know my body/I want this out, not in me and I’ve pictured you in coffins/my baby in a coffin/ but I love it when you blink your eyes running recursively through your head. It’s been a hard year. A really hard year, if you let yourself stop and think about it. Feels like things are starting to think about stabilizing. So now’s the time to worry about things that aren’t there, time to worry about horrible, unpredictable things, time to picture your baby in a coffin. This song is a cold shower for that badthinking.

Staring at the Sun, TV on the Radio
You’re going to New York soon. So it’s either this or “Satellite,” back and forth, with equal measure.

Sempreverde, Momus
Ellis gives this to you to give to Kel, which you’ve still not done. It weaves in and out like a scent, filling up the negative space in your head. Like Craig’s songs, you make up the words where you don’t know them. The words in the song are always better.

Jigsaw Puzzle, Rolling Stones
Xtop asks if you have a jigsaw puzzle. Wonder if he means an actual puzzle or this track. Listen to it about 100 times.

Green Buckets, Clutch
Here in my neighborhood they have the strangest things/ green buckets every Friday in every drive way/ they take your plastics, glasses, and newspapers, too/ they say they recycle and bring it back to you

we could be a family/ consume many goods/ we could be the pillars/ of the neighborhood

Mutineer, Warren Zevon
Grab your coat/let’s get out of here/you’re my witness/I’m your mutineer. In the basement, cleaning stuff? Shopvac-ing water? Yeah, that’s got to be it. Water, bailing water from the rain. Sinking ship imagery. Mutineer.

Gareth Brown Says, McLusky
Moving boxes. Hot. All of your friends are cunts.

Kashmir, Led Zeppelin
Expansive. God in the desert, the world and all of its spices carried through the wind. Backyard, on the steps, watching the sun through the trees. All will be revealed. Dig deep, find that Paul Pope-kind of snap again. It’s there somewhere. Vaguely recall THB sequence with HR and Jiggler and a tape of Kasmir. That’s it-- thinking about worldbuilding/Pope/THB/Kasmir. (Song began to play as you typed this entry)

Danny Says, The Ramones
You are very, very tired.

Bombers, David Bowie
BAD SIGNAL makes you listen to HEROES, and then the whole HEROES album, and then HUNKY DORY as it, alphabetically, comes after HEROES. Is someone actually saying “bum-ba-bum-bum-bum”? Listen again and again to make sure.

Heroes, Bowie
Ellis again.

Satellite of Love, Lou Reed
Packing old apartment- Shapiro’s show on VU and CBGB- listening to Mateus’ copy of AMERICAN POET, finally, as a result. You always liked this one anyway. Cue 4am LSD revelation recall with Johnny. Sublink Johnny to Kashmir. Etc.

Speedy Marie, Frank Black
10th anniversary of TOTY release. Favorite track, maybe. You’re still convinced it’s about the first sync-sound film camera, acrostic girlfriend message or no.

Sugar Cane, Space Monkeys
It’s a brand new summer/ no longer are you just another young blade runner. Wake up and it’s there, looking at you in the bathroom mirror. Disappointed upon listening to it for first time in godknows. In your head, every song plays faster. Ask, man, whatever happened to these guys? (Answer: nothing.)

I Wish I Had An Evil Twin, Magnetic Fields
In your head while cleaning the ponds. Scooping flowers off the top of the surface, flinging the petals at the fence, watching the wet ones stick. “Evil’s not my cup of tea.”

Rock and Roll, Velvet Underground
Last song on Shapiro’s show. “My life was saved by Rock and Roll.” Sublink to Jane’s Addiction live cover, and then to “Mountain Song” and “Ted, Just Admit It”. Wonder out loud while walking the dog what on earth you ever saw or heard in Jane’s Addiciton. The dog will not answer.

What Deaner Was Talkin’ About, Ween
Smoking last cigarette on porch of old apartment. “I don’t think I shall ever return again, my friend.” Have big, dramatic, last-episode-of-FRIENDS shutting of door; get to car; start it; remember wife’s wedding dress, etc., still in front closet. Run upstairs, ruin effect.

Return of Jackie & Judy, Tom Waits
Conv. With Dan- cover versions vs. replicas w/r/t Darwyn Cooke’s NEW FRONTIER debacle; extrapolate it out into a DC vs. Marvel thing- blah, blah, comics, NF vs. GOLDEN AGE; cover versions vs. replicas. This enters your head, a perfect example.

Forget About Him, I’m Mint, McLusky
Moving boxes. And boxes and boxes and boxes. I wanna get around by x-wing, x-wing, x-wing, x-wing.

Buena, Morphine
Driving into work, singing it. Since I met the devil/ I ain't been the same/ oh no. Kel had a bad dream, the next night you have a bad dream, and this came from parsing all that shit out this, on soundtrack from the Greatest Hits of Ex Girlfriends, starts playing in your head. God bless you, Oliva Honeycutt.

This Is The Night, The The
Looking at Shaun’s keyboard, wish you knew how to play it. That riff drops in your head, so you start fake-playing chords.

Check Out My New Jesus, Joy Zippers
Wake up, enter bathroom, look in mirror. Think to yourself, “I’ve got good news; you’ve all been off of drugs for one day.” Follow with “Woooooo.” out loud. The cats will look at you. Ignore them.