1. I Feel Dizzy – RCRDS
2. Phone Call – Jon Brion
3. Pairs – Daphni
4. Dark Age – First Rate People
5. In The Future – Architecture In Helsinki
6. When Will You Go – The Dodos
7. Sandy – Jackson Scott
8. Chameleon – Ruby Pins
9. Zombie Eyed – The Dirty Nil
10. l’Ocean – Javelin
11. Woof Woof – Dan Deacon
12. Mute – Youth Lagoon
13. Planet – Anamanaguchi
14. Terminally Chill – Neon Indian
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a downloadable playlist, so I finally fought off my laziness long enough to put some songs together and get one up on the blog— and now I feel like I’ve had a pretty productive day and it’s only noon, which is dangerous, because I may spend the rest of the afternoon watching terrible reality TV or napping with the dog to keep me in check. It’s my day off and these are my life decisions…
Travelling has always been a pretty fun and relaxing thing for me, because you’re usually going somewhere new and exciting so it’s always worth the sore neck from awkward napping positions and germs from the recycled air, plus, making a playlist for the airport/flight just adds extra excitement to the whole process. So here are 15 songs inspired by travelling and the places that make me want to go to them, that hopefully you can enjoy next time you take off.
01 You Only Live Once - the Strokes
02 Gangster Tripping - Fatboy Slim
03 Archipelago - Miike Snow
04 Leave House - Caribou
05 Eighth Avenue - Hospitality
06 Trip - Vacationer
07 Canada vs. America - Broken Social Scene
08 Mexico - The Soft Pack
09 Verona - Geographer
08 Zimbabwe - Bob Marley
10 Paris 2004 - Peter, Bjorn & John
11 Summer - Tiger Waves
13 Desert Island - Architecture in Helsinki
14 The Harrowing Adventures Of - Tokyo Police Club
15 Lucid Dreams - Franz Ferdinand
So I learned the hard way that Coldfx doesn’t work.
I have been taking Coldfx diligently since August, when I decided that I needed to graduate from grape-flavoured Echinacea drops made for children and adults with questionably strong gag-reflexes.
All this time, I thought it was keeping me from getting sick. Like it was some sort of magick medical voodoo stuffed into a tiny, dry pill that sometimes stuck to the side of my trachea, causing me to gag pathetically until it sidled its way down again.
But this past Monday morning, I woke up with one of the most heinous colds of my life. It was not just a cold. That would be the understatement of the year. This cold makes other colds looks like candy treats from grandma’s purse. This cold makes other colds look like a back massage on a warm poolside afternoon.
This cold has literally raped my skull of all last droplets of mucus. I’m pretty sure my organs are just bits of sandpaper rubbing together now. The skin under my nose is a tar strip where nothing grows anymore, especially not new flesh.
Words fell out of my mouth in no particular order. I couldn’t write a sentence if I was being stabbed to death with office staplers attaching little ColdFx pills to my crippled, hunched body.
I took to ramming little pieces of kleenex up my nose when I slept just so that I wouldn’t wake up dizzy and soaked from my own pathetic nocturnal sneezing.
But I was a trooper. I kept taking those little white placebo pieces of crap along with my vitamins, convinced that at least my urine would be a fashionably deceptive shade of efficacy. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
But today, I woke up and the plague had subsided. And it wasn’t because I did any of the right things: I had slept ten hours every night, I had drank my body weight in green tea (and cranberry, and mojito, and camomile), I had worn warm clothes and taken warm baths, I had eaten nothing but the purest vegetables and healthiest snacks.
Around Wednesday night, I decided to stay late at work, because it was taking me twice as long to do my normal fucking job. I didn’t sleep well that night. I think I might’ve had a cookie for dinner.
And my Cold, absolutely disgusted that I had stopped struggling, moved on. That’s how sadists work. They only stick around to see you flopping around pathetically. The instant you show acceptance of your fate, they move on.
So the next time you’re sick, don’t take ColdFx just because you’re Canadian and Don Cherry’s voice sometimes passes through your head. Accept your fate and move on.
Architecture in Helsinki is an Australian band that has just released their new album, Moment Bends. Their song, Do the Whirlwindon, was released back in 2005 but below is their new single Contact High for those who like the band and want to hear some more recent music.