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With a side of mixtape.

 

Mixtape Pic

Hello there, lovelies!

Did you miss me? Did you notice I was gone? Well, you don’t need to answer, just let me tell you: I surely missed you.

The funny thing about missing someone or something is, though, sometimes you don’t even realize it until you accidentally run into them on a Sunday afternoon and remember how they always forget neglect to comb their hair, smell like coffee and say something that resonates with you deeply and for days to come.

So here’s me running into you on a Sunday afternoon and, holy hell, you’re still looking good.

A confession: I have thought about entirely deleting this precious, little blog more than once these past months. I haven’t posted in ages and thought, maybe it’s time to move and let go why not free up some of that internet space for someone who’s actually going to use it.

And then – as you do – I started looking through all my pieces of (blog) writing until I hit the very first post: 8 years ago (seriously?). Some made me cringe, some made me laugh out loud and, surprisingly, some made me think: hey, I still agree/I’d still share this!

So then I thought to myself: I’m not ready to let go free up any internet space just yet. I’m simply going to take my writing into a slightly different direction. Which makes sense, because who has ever ended up exactly where they started out, in the very same way they started out?

Bowie, for example, recorded this song in 1967:

Love You Till Tuesday

It sure is kind of catchy, but I’m pretty sure we can all agree on the fact that we’re happy he didn’t think to himself after recording this gem: Heck, that’s exactly my sound and I’m going to stick with it for the next twenty years at least! Also, I hate space and all space related things such as space oddities, the concept of life on Mars, and who could ever love the alien? Not me.

But I digress.

What’s that different direction of writing, you ask? Well, this post is called With a side of mixtape for a reason. Making mixtapes has been one of my favorite things to do ever since I made a birthday mix for my Mom about 20 (yikes …) years ago. It was called “at the car wash” because it was meant to be played, you probably guessed as much, in her car. Not only at the car wash, of course, but there’s no song that’s called “in the car at all times”, is there? If there is, please let me know, and I’ll update the tape.

Another one of my favorite things to do – at least before the invention of Spotify etc. – is/was reading music blogs and listening to and reading about other people’s mixtapes and random music recommendations. Here’s the link to my all time favorite blog: I am fuel, you are friends. It isn’t updated anymore but you can find the author on Spotify and she still makes the best mixes (that is, next to my friend Anna, who makes the best-est mixes). HANDS DOWN.

And guess who else is on Spotify AND who is eager to share super awesome sometimes nerdy new old random well-known music with you? It’s me, Mario Lisa! Are you excited? Again, you don’t have to answer, just let me tell you: I am! I’m so excited, it’s enough for you and me – even enough for the guy/girl that’s been reading along with you while sitting next to you on the subway (why don’t you follow and read for yourself? It’ll be fun!).

Here’s today’s playlist for you: With a side of mixtape.

If you’re still unsure if this is worth your time, I give you three reasons why you should have a listen:

1) Joasihno: Grounds

Don’t just listen to the song, watch the video – you won’t regret it. These two guys know how to work their instruments. If you can call it that. Maybe they know how to work their tools. I also don’t know if you can call it that. They surely know how to work whatever it is that produces these weirdly mesmerizing sounds.

2) Grandbrothers: Bloodflow

Another two guys making beautiful music using a traditional instrument in a not quite traditional way. What’s that instrument, you’re wondering? I’ll give you a hint: while they might well be called Grandbrothers because that’s how I’d describe their music, the more probable reason is that it’s got something to do with that instrument.

3) MAITA: A Beast And Her Sores

Okay, Lisa, another song by two random dudes? No! This one’s a classic singer-songwriter piece by a wonderful … well … singer-songwriter. Duh. I’m stupidly in love with her voice and her honest but also poetic lyrics.

Enjoy and have a wonderful Sunday,

XOXO,

Lisa

 

 

 

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Hello world: are you getting smaller or just weirder? Also: boys are stupid sometimes.

I make playlists. Because I like lists and because I love music. I make playlists for friends because that’s my way of letting someone know: hey, you’re, like, really awesome, and, like, I thought you should know. I also love to find other people’s playlists in this wonderful, magic, attic-like place called the internet because it’s a fun way to discover new bands or realize that some random stranger on the other side of the world shares your taste in music. So, internet: you’re like, really awesome, too!

That being said, yesterday I sent a cool playlist I’d just discovered on a music blog to a friend as my way of letting him know: hey, I can’t send you a playlist that I put together myself for the moment but that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re awesome, so here’s someone else’s cool playlist for now (and if you think that’s a lot to communicate through one little playlist – well, much much mucho mucho more is possible, you’d be surprised!).

To understand the rest of the story, you have to know this: I am a girl. Always keep this in mind. If you think a boy is telling you the story, you’ll get confused quickly as you read on (because you’re reading on, right? Right???). So again: I am a girl. Now, let’s continue.

Whenever I make a playlist for someone else, it’s, of course, mostly pure altruism (oh yes, baby, it is). Mostly. Yet (because I’m a girl, remember?), I do hope the playlist-receiver will get the message that comes with the list, be happy, and say something like: hey, like, cool! What an awesome playlist! And maybe something like: I really like song no. 5! That’s what I want in return. I’m a girl and I can’t help it.

Well, do I have to say things didn’t really turn out as planned (I know I don’t)? I had looked up the songs on my Spotify (you know what I’m talking about, right? If not: look it up, it will make you very happy!), created a playlist there and listened to it before sending it to my friend (a last quality check). Like with any social medium, though, other people that are logged in can see what you’re up to – and in my case: listen to the playlist as well. So as I sat and listened (being quite pleased with the song selection), my Spotify told me someone else was, in fact, listening to the playlist: this random guy I’d met three years ago during a month-long volunteer project who I hadn’t been a great fan of (watch out: euphemism alert). What? No! Why? I wanted to stop him, but obviously, I couldn’t just reach through my laptop screen and punch him or something (although I would have wanted to, kind of).

Here’s some more detailed information on my non-relationship with random-volunteer-project-guy: me and a friend of mine (also a girl, again: important side note) were sort of the other kids’ boss, which means: also his. And guess what? He hadn’t been a great fan of us, either. He and his (guy) friends had semi-big issues accepting that two girls were more or less telling them what to do (what has the world come to? A female as a boss? What?) or more accurately: what not to do (such as: don’t get drunk before or during work, don’t wreck the bus we use to drive to work every day in the middle of the night because you’re drunk, don’t bring random girls to the house we all have to share because you’re drunk…but if you really have to: at least, please, don’t get anyone pregnant!). Boys are stupid sometimes.

Boys are stupid sometimes (not that girls are any better but that’s not the point): Stu-pid.

They never understood what we were trying to tell them or why we were upset all the time (other side note: this wasn’t a volunteer project in a big city where no one really cares what’s going on – this was in a small town where everyone knew everyone and cared very much).  I don’t get angry very often but and when I do it’s got to be pretty bad. Well, he and his stupid friends had me yelling at them two weeks into the project, swearing like a sailor (I think, in fact, any New Yorker would have been very proud). Eventually, we worked out how to co-exist, kind of. At least, we managed not to kill each other – that’s something, isn’t it?!!

(Half-) asleep, they weren’t that bad, though…almost cute even. Well, almost. Boys, I hope you cleaned up that mess at some point (ehm…probably I did…)!

Needless to say (but I will say it still): never ever ever, like, never nevereverever would I take enough time and care and effort and sprinkles and positivity and glitter and whatnot to make a playlist for that guy. He wasn’t supposed/allowed to listen to the songs! They weren’t for him – not fair, not fair, not fair (yes, sometimes I’m five years old, judge me if you must)! If I was to make a playlist for him (because the existence of the world or my favorite band or all the chocolate on this earth depended upon it), it would be one that says something like: hey, like, you’re one of the most un-awesome people I’ve ever met and it’s about time someone told you that you need to pull your sh** together, seriously. But there he was: listening, possibly feeling quite awesome.

It doesn’t really help that the friend that was supposed to listen to the songs in the first place is being mean and hasn’t yet listened to them and thus, hasn’t yet said something like: hey, thanks, like, that’s awesome (ok, he probably hasn’t had time because there’s other important things in life, but because I’m a girl, I don’t care – try and reason with me, world! I’ll just curse at the wind: I’m a girl and I don’t care – unless you bribe me with chocolate)!

Oh, you wonderful, magic, attic-like place called the internet: people keep saying that you’re making the world smaller. You know what? I think you’re just making it weirder. I’m sorry, but I find you majorly weird today. You know what else? I still think you’re mainly awesome, but you’re not getting a playlist any time soon. Not because I want to punish you (ok, maybe I want to…just a little…remember: I’m a girl!). But seriously: who knows who ends up listening to it. Well, I guess one song won’t hurt:

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