If you’re interested in a playlist that makes absolutely no sense and massively varies in genre, then look no further. This is really just a combination of songs that I’m either currently loving or ones that have a special memory attached to them in some way or another.
Bobby Womack’s cover of “Fly Me to the Moon” is a favorite. It’s pure, golden sunshine in a song. It doesn’t matter what horrible mood I’m in or what kind of dreary, Ohio weather we’re having, it will instantly lift my spirits. Dare I say it’s the cheapest and quickest (2 minutes and 6 seconds to be exact) form of therapy?
The little reggae moments are just my attempt to cling onto the memories and warmth of summer. As much as I love the cool air and finally being able to wear my sweaters, I do miss summer days spent out on the boat when the stress of senior year was just a tiny blip on my radar.
Do you ever listen to a song that makes you want to drop everything, quit your job and drive across the country? I know that’s a bit dramatic, but that’s how I feel when listening to Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold.” Sometimes I get caught up in the anxiety of everyday life that I forget how huge life is and how much of it is still waiting to be lived- this song is my reminder.
I would like to get married one day at the drive-thru chapel in Las Vegas, and I want it be soundtracked to “Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones. It’s on just about every list of songs you should not play at your wedding, right next to “Baby Got Back,” which really means I most definitely should play it at my wedding.
If you’ve never heard of Daniel Johnston, allow me to introduce you. He was a great writer above anything else, with a knack for putting his most raw and touching feelings into song. I say “was” because he passed away about a month ago. He was diagnosed schizophrenic and bipolar, and spent much of his adult life in and out of mental institutions. A lot of his songs were recorded by himself in his room on a cassette tape. Everyone, no matter who they are, can find a lyric of his that they relate to in some way. I choose “True Love Will Find You In The End” because it’s a great song and it seemed fitting, as I do hope he finally found it, and that he’s up there somewhere with his cassette recorder.
Lastly, and on a somewhat lighter note, Frank Sinatra. I’m not going to lie, this song makes me feel RICH. I listen to it and I can see myself in a floor-length silk gown, standing out on the balcony of my seaside mansion under a full moon. I’ve abandoned my dinner party guests, glass of champagne still in hand as I solemnly gaze out toward the horizon. Obviously, this is something that will (probably) never happen in my actual life, but a girl can dream, so for that, Frank, I thank you.