The Dunce Cap, Vol. 5: And when the flowers grow, just know you’re still in my heart.
(mix via 8tracks)
- “Losing My Religion” – R.E.M.
- “Mr. Jones” – Counting Crows
- “Big Me” – Foo Fighters
- “Faded” – soulDecision
- “Why Don’t We Do it in the Road” – The Beatles
- “Closet” – Pete Yorn
- “Desperately Wanting” – Better Than Ezra
- “Far Away From Close” – Butch Walker
- “I Want to be Buried in Your Backyard” – Nightmare of You
- “Everyday I Write the Book” – Elvis Costello + The Attractions
*Special bonus track for Foom!*
- “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?” – Paula Cole
Hi kids, sorry this is so late. The Foom (a.k.a. Mother Keevan) was in Chicago for ΑΦ’s Mom’s Weekend, and I was a bit sidetracked from the usual posting. In lieu of a normal “what I’m listening to”-themed mix, I’ve opted for a trip down memory lane. My efficacy for musical knowledge comes from my mother, and, to celebrate both her visit and Mother’s Day, I’ve compiled this list of tracks – in chronological order! – of sing-a-longs from my youth, brought to you by the lady Foom.
The playlist begins with the heavy sounds of post-grunge R.E.M. and the lighter Counting Crows, followed by long hair, short ditty, late Nirvana/early Foo Fighters Dave Grohl and even the dirty, raucous pairing of soulDecision and The Beatles‘ “Why Don’t We Do it in the Road?” (the latter of which was a requisite Friday pick-me-up on local alternative station Z93/Dave-FM and thus the regular tune to my middle school mother-daughter carpools). There’s tracks I introduced to her, including the morosely sweet Nightmare of You single, and songs that tiptoe the line of exchange (anything Butch Walker, really). And, finally, I rounded off the smattering of songs with Paula Cole‘s “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?,” a track clearly better than her saccharine “Dawson’s Creek” theme song and one I’d all but forgotten until this morning.
For the album art, I chose a picture of Sophia and Dorothy from “The Golden Girls” to depict the quirky mother-daughter relationship I share with my own mom. She’s a special lady, that one, not too different from Estelle Getty‘s kooky Sophia, casually-unfurled acerbic tongue.
So, to the Foom, an ode to the woman who gave birth to me and to a wonderful weekend with that crazy ol’ woman.
Don’t forget to wish your mother(s) a happy day, and happy listening!