ass kicking music to woo by

i was thinking this morning about the fine art of mix tape making. about how cool it was to get one from that boy, the one full of promise, who you don't know so well but are dying to know better. how you listen to it full throttle, gleaning clues from the songs, looking for secret messages hidden in their verses. a really good mixed tape can jump start a relationship like nobody's business. and what about making them? egads, the sweaty palms, the nervousness, trying to find the perfect lead off song, throwing in some good rockers, maybe a little something sexy, don't show off too much, build in suprises. i've always been of the geeky tape making variety prone to decorate the covers, add inserts, create witty (or lame) titles.

the best mixed tape i ever received featured the lyrics of a dylan song typed over the cover and an insert about ninjas. it also had a sticker of a cute girly with long brown braids on the back.
here's the playlist-
matter vs. space- beulah
kick out the jams- mc5
luckiest guy on the lower east side- magnetic fields
roadrunner- modern lovers
witches rave- jeff buckley
mice in the walls- johnny seven
apeman- kinks
2 kool 2 be forgotten- lucinda williams
sun goes down and the world goes dancing- magnetic fields
harley davidson- mick harvey
he's a real gone guy- jack mcduff
satisfaction- otis readding
come together- ike & tina turner
didn't say nothing- patti smith
don't mess w/ cupid- ny dolls
glitter gulch- elvis costello
walt whitman's neice- billy bragg + wilco
ballad of el goodo- big star
row boat- johnny cash
search and destroy- the stooges

*now that's some damn fine listening. that'll set a girl's toes tapping and her heart afire for sure.