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September 2024 Playlist

September 2024 a short playlist for two reasons: I started the blog in September and my consistency fell at the end. This blog on this antiquated platform is, after all, an exercise in habitual listening and writing. Can I slow it down and really concentrate on albums rather than playing everything as furniture music? Can I dedicate just a little bit of time each day to foster a chronically elusive writing habit and get away from the fits and bursts I'm used to? Maybe. Time will tell. When you're trying to cleave away the hold a two-hour commute has on you, maybe not. But let's not give up the fight so easily.

So here you go--a playlist I'm not going to assemble and link for you. Part of the fun is doing that yourself. Nothing should be difficult to find on popular streaming platforms, save for Andi Koyama--look for him on Froh & Munter's Bandcamp.

 No judgement but purchase tracks when possible.

  1. "Sense" - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard from Paper Mâché Dream Balloon (2015)
  2. "Burning Torch" - Don Drummond from Jazz Ska Attack (1999)
  3. "山のあなた" - Andi Koyama from Half Fidelity, 2nd Edition (2022)
  4. "Well, You Needn't" - Thelonius Monk from Monk's Music (1957)
  5. "Not Any Longer" - The Lijadu Sisters from Horizon Unlimited (1979)
  6.  "Tu Mens" - April March from Chick Habit (1995)
  7. "Chase the Devil" - Max Romeo & The Upsetters (1976)
  8. "Creme" - Used Condo (2011)
  9. "Gisela (Lion Rock)" - Fitz Gore (1980)

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