It’s a two-discer.
Disc 1
Art Brut – Good Weekend
Ben Kweller – Thirteen
The Beatles – Martha My Dear (I don’t care if it’s allegedly about Paul’s dog; it always has my heart.)
Billy Joel – Rosalinda’s Eyes
Ben Folds Five – Don’t Change Your Plans
Bob Dylan – Girl from the North Country
The Box Tops – The Letter
Bright Eyes – First Day of My Life
Ryan Adams – Gonna Make You Love Me
Peter Gabriel – In Your Eyes
Buffalo Tom – Late at Night
The Everly Brothers – Dreams
Tom Waits – I Want You
Voxtrot – Every Day
Hall & Oates – You Make My Dreams (Don’t make fun. It’s delightful.)
James Taylor – Only One
Jack’s Mannequin – Made For Each Other, parts 1 & 2
Disc 2
Sam Cooke – (Ain’t That) Good News
Pete Doherty ft. Wolfman – For Lovers
Jim Sturgess – All My Lovin’ (See how I did that? I avoided my own dilemma – I’m very against the same artist appearing more than once on one CD, but love “All My Lovin’” and “Martha, My Dear” equally – by bringing in the very loverly version from “Across the Universe.” Bam.)
Cory Morrow – Live Forever
Joshua Radin – Only You
The Decemberists – Red Right Ankle
Kaiser Chiefs – Ruby
The Kooks – She Moves in Her Own Way
Gavin Osborne – The Greatest Thing There Is
Little Man Tate – You and Me Might Be Alright, You Know
The Maccabees – Toothpaste Kisses
The Romantics – What I Like About You
Mason Jennings – Darkness Between the Fireflies (I may or may not have included this solely on its mention of the Appalachian mountains. But it’s still wonderful.)
Mary Chapin Carpenter – Passionate Kisses
Modern English - I Melt With You
The Mountain Goats – International Small Arms Traffic Blues
Wilco – I’m the Man Who Loves You
Neutral Milk Hotel - In an Aeroplane Under the Sea
The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up is hard to do. It takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick it off with a killer to grab attention. Then you gotta take it up a notch. But you don’t want to blow your wad. So then you gotta cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway, I’ve started to make a tape, in my head, for Laura. Full of stuff she’d like. Full of stuff that’d make her happy. For the first time I can sorta see how that’s done. – Rob Gordon, “High Fidelity”
Susan Sontag (then), Howard Zinn (now or then?), Salman Rushdie (btwn now & then), Jack Gilbert (now), and Annie Dillard (likely lovely and brilliant at any point)
I would NOT want him at this table. He would make the others want to end themselves.
Any news on tickets, lovey? Congrats on that AWESOME MEETING, by the by (involves a proper noun beginning with an “L”).
DOWN with Harold Bloom! (Can we please, please, please make this a riculous divisive point in our cohort/larger program?) DOWN with Bloom; on with the hilarity!
I am duly sorry
The “L” appointment was fantastic — HUGE potential — about which elaboration will have to wait until I’m in a much less restricted forum than the status-message-comment-area. But it was delightful!
Ticket status: functioning under the assumption that none will be received. Plans are in place to stake out a spot on the Mall at dawn, January 20. Thermoses are being pre-purchased to fill with soup and hot drinks.
And, AND, I totally thought of Bill Bryson as having excellent potential to build bridges and fill the gaps in ways that conversations so often need at said parties. He would be PERFECT in that capacity, and an interesting little bugger all on his own.
I forgot musicians! And am gonna think about the recently posted Owen Pallett (of Final Fantasy fame).
Gonna try my damndest for that now slightly postponed DC trip. I should start a Paypal account
Oh, oh, oh: and I LOVED that Lowry book, too! (Though clearly not as much as Ms. Nora Cobo.
JUST IMAGINE when and how the egos at this now ridiculous table will hit and burst! Heh.
ADDED.
And I think that I need to drop my two musicians. They might just make the whole thing awkward.
I am going to fail out of school, and it will be because I gave too much of a damn about my fake celebrity dinner.
Just watch this, repeatedly, and calm down:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WALKbCNlU2c&feature=related
Converting you away from the Danza and bringing you into the light of Hammer-Ortiz feels like missionary work to me. Breathe in that sweet air, Nora. Am I freaking you out yet? Do you associate this uncomfortableness with your devotion to Tony Danza?
Good.
It’s only because I love you, honeypie.
Facebook makes me miss italics.
you really should invite Bill Cosby. Now and Then.
if he gets (and accepts) an invite to your dinner, my presence is thereby required at said dinner. it’s a law. you can tell because of all the legal words i used.
“WE ASKED FOR EGGS AND MILK, AND DAD MADE US EAT THIS!”
okay i swear thats the last Cosby quote. today.
Let’s develop this scenario: Because you and I are the only ones at the imaginary dinner who are glistening with anxiety (euphemized sweat, and so on), we will be asked to sit at the fold-out card table, normally reserved for kids. Despite the fact that it is MY dinner
LOVE IT. And that selection from the skit was great – I just read that and said “Yes! Yes!”
Spellcheck just told me that “funfetti” is wrong. How could anything be. more. right?!
an hiarious interesting thought, and at the same time, a legitimate opportunity to use the word “swimmingly.”
an interesting aside – i couldn’t remember how to spell “legitimate” so i went to dictionary.com , only i misspelled it dictoinary.com . if you have time, compare the two. fun stuff.
Saying it outloud, with that spelling, is fun. Go ahead. Try it. Try it…!