Esther has traditionally been my most appreciative recipient of compilation CDs. She says I have mad skillz when it comes to constructing the perfect disk, and since we share a similar love of rather eclectic music, she makes the perfect audience. This makes sense, since she was instrumental in the development of my musical tastes. Wherein Lisa learned to love Rick Astley from her mom, Esther helped me to escape a life of purely Metallica-driven tastes (a fate so often seen in my school’s peer group) by introducing me to Depeche Mode, Phish, Fresh Prince, The Sugarcubes, 10,000 Maniacs, The Beastie Boys, Dave Matthews Band, The Cure, R.E.M., and to a certain extent, The Barenaked Ladies.
In the past, the mix tapes or comp CDs have been traded unprompted, but this morning, Esther actually broke from tradition and commissioned a work from me. It turns out she’s just getting into her seven thousandth month of pregnancy and would like to take a more soothing, relaxing, but not-too-enya-esque playlist with her into the hospital. (Now, why you wouldn’t want to have Orinoco Flow playing behind your contractions, I’ll never know, but who am I to question such an honorable request? Actually, I imagine if it were me in her position, I’d instead be preparing to sing my own song while in labor, a little tune called “Please, Dear God, Make Them Give Me Drugs”.)
So help me out, everyone. She loves the John Mayer, so there’s one. Iron and Wine is good to snooze to, so if I can find an appropriate tune from them, that might not be a bad idea. Rufus Wainwright had a great rendition of “Hallelujah”, but is he a little too morose for child-bearing? Thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions for inclusion/avoidance?
1 year ago