It’s Friday, I’m in love…

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Hey, guys.

Some tech issues with last week’s reggae-ish playlist. I couldn’t get the header image into a Facebook post. Figured that out – it’s up on the f social network now, and the birdy one. Insta and Ello soon.

This week? Newness! Julie Byrne, Father John Misty (excited for that record), Fleet Foxes (remember them), Laura Marling (swoon), Tennis, Ride, Parquet Courts, Clark, Lorde (wait for it, it’s good after the intro), and Spoon. And Ryan Frickin Adams, who’s new thing is so sad and heavy, that I have to use a guilty-pleasure pass and give it an enthusiastic rec. But then I think the Boss’ Tunnel of Love is unappreciated.

Anyway. There’s other flotsam and jetsam-some old, some new, some bouncy even. A big poppy segment in the middle of this one.

Enjoy. And have a nice couple days off the grind.

More soon.

JF

A Decade of Ulysses

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My second child is named Ulysses for a few reasons. Ulysses from William Saroyan’s The Human Comedy. James Joyce’s Ulysses  (the greatest English language novel not titled Gravity’s Rainbow), the protagonist of which was a stand-in for the rightful King of Ithaca from Greek/Roman mythology, who busted his ass across several seas and several more obstacles just to get home to his family. And the name Otto was off the list because I worked with a guy named Otto.

Procreating for the first time, when it’s a conscious decision, is selfish. You and your partner think you’re so cool that you should make somebody who’s a literal embodiment of your awesome relationship. Love’s a part of it, I guess, but ego is a bigger part. And society is another part. People of a certain age just do this. It’s the next step in adult life.

And then the baby’s here, and everything is different. For me, it was better because my first baby was easy and smart, and talkative. I coasted on that for a few years, almost three. My brother and I are exactly three years apart in age, and growing up and growing older with him has been, and continues to be, incredibly important to me. So…

True story: I brought it up. I brought up a second kid. The timing was right, or anyway pretty common? My ex-wife probably would’ve been ok with an only child, and I didn’t think of things from her perspective – how hard the pregnancy was, how hard the birth experience was, how hard getting back to work was. And now it was time to hit the reset button. Admittedly, I could’ve and should’ve been more considerate. But there was a loop in my head that wouldn’t stop.

What about when we’re gone? His mother and I are gonna die, sooner or later. This beautiful and perfect person is just a toddler now, but he won’t be one day. He’ll be a grownup. And, at some point, he’s going to need an unconditional friend, who grew up with him and shared many of the same experiences. He’s going to need a backup for memories and stories, like my siblings have been for me. And he’s going to need a sidekick for funny stuff. And he’s going to need…gotdam…he’s going to need a person next to him at my funeral because the ONLY reason that I got through my mom dying too young was because my amazing brother and sister, whom I love so much, were there.

Uly is amazing. (That’s him, up top, last fall – completely powerful, pretty sure he vanquished some reeds or whatever.) He’s a decade old today. And he’s everything that I wanted to give his brother, including a greatest fan, and way more.

He’s smart, curious, funny, idiosyncratic, talkative. Weird, b/c he was such a silent baby. I read Leaves of Grass to him until he taught himself to roll over and eat the book. The Whitman didn’t sink in. His first word was “ET-AH,” which was his version of the cat’s name, Chester. But he didn’t talk much until well after one year. He listened. And then he babbled in completely incoherent sentences because he had heard alot and just knew how. He hasn’t stopped since, tbh. (My best friend would back me up on that.)

I’ve made him eight birthday cds – actual cds, buying tracks off iTunes and burning them. I blew that off last year (too expensive), but I made him a deal this year. If I do a kick-ass playlist on Spotify that you can hear in the car and on your iPod (and if I can save the $20-30 bucks and, instead, buy you another present), would you be ok with that?

“Yeah, Jasonic.” (He also calls me Daddiobro.)

I mean, what ten-year old kid doesn’t want a 3-hour Spotify playlist for an iPod that gets bogus ad-heavy Spotify, but only on WiFi? There are 55 tracks (5 + 5 = 10). Some of them, he picked; most of them, I picked. There’s alot of overlap with the IFIILO playlists from the past year. Enjoy anyway.

Happy 10th Birthday, Kidface. Love you lots.

More soon.

JF

It’s Friday, I’m in love…

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This week, it’s a reggae – or reggae-ish stuff (at least the first half). Full disclo: I’m not very familiar with this genre, aside from the twin towers of Marley and Tosh, so I kinda improvised, and used some probably dodgy material. If any of you have recs, lmk. I can edit this playlist, or start a new and better one.

Hope your M-F grind didn’t get to you, and everything is irie (thanks, Urban Dictionary).

More soon.

JF

It’s Friday, I’m in love…

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After last week’s V-Day special, it’s back to the usual Friday schedule.

This one’s not crowd-pleasery. It’s heavy on the atmosphere. New stuff from Eno, Lana, London Grammar, Sampha, Rose Elinor Dougal, Trent, Migos, and Priests. (And, wow, that Priests record kills.) If you’re not into the ambiance, start with the Migo’s track “Dab of Ranch” – things pick up a little bit after that.

Oh, and the usual disclaimer: These playlists are long by design. They’re for my best friend on long days driving or working at home. But they’re also great company for whatever you’re doing weekend-wise.

(Header/playlist image by Riccardo Sabatini from Ello.)

Hug your people. They need it, even if they don’t realize it.

More soon.

JF

The Lost IFIILO Playlists

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Last July, I quit the blog. I didn’t quit making playlists for my best friend.

If you want to hear what I didn’t publish, you can follow me on Spotify and find all of Friday playlists in the IFIILO folder. Or here is the rest of the lost treasure in order…

Beginning with #34, these playlists got their own covers, rather than a collage of the covers from the first four records.

As I mentioned on Friday, I settled on a 45-track format at some point. So the playlists are pretty long – better for long drives or weekends around house than for quick listens. The material is typically diverse, but includes alot of 2016’s best new stuff.

Enjoy.

More soon.

JF

It’s Tuesday, I’m in love…

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Before playlists, there were mix cds. I’ve made many of those for my best friend.

I plan to bring virtual versions of some of them to Spotify – a sort of IFIILO Time Machine.  And a great place to start is this one from Valentines Day 2014.

The header image is the handmade cover art – four hearts because it was our fourth V-Day together.

IASIY, b. And ILYSM. Happy Valentines Day!

More soon.

JF

It’s Friday, I’m in love…

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Hey. How was your week? TJIF.

This playlist goes back to the 45-track format from last year.  If that’s too long for you, skip through it – there’s plenty to like.  Classic rock from E.C., Carlos, Steve, and Sly;  electronica from Four Tet and Polygon Windows (Richard James aka Aphex Twin).  Trip-hop from Massive Attack; hip-hop from Migos and Drake; pop from Zayn & Taylor and the Weeknd; dance from Austra, Rose Elinor Dougal, and Blondie (yeah, that one). And new indie rock from Camp Cope, Japandroids, and Cloud Nothings.

Listen on Spotify or right here…

Header image: @jackvanzet on Ello.

Don’t forget that Valentines Day is Tuesday. Give your LO some exs and ohs.

More soon.

JF