My Very Own Sad Mix
Working with the same little group of writers each day gets to be intimate feeling. You read their writing. You get a sense of what they’re good or bad at. Before long you’re casually thinking about what their pajamas smell like, and then you ask them to make you a mix tape. Really you could demand it, because, you know, you pay them. But you ask nicely because otherwise it would feel perverted and illegal.
William Cody Watson does our Sad-Ass music column, and was nice enough to make me my very own Sad-Ass mix. The only guidelines he was given were to make it the “saddest sad fucking sad thing you’ve ever done.” Here’s what he put on my mix, which I will now review for you all.
Tracklist:
01. Red House Painters - “Things Mean A Lot”
There was this boy I had a crush on in grade school. His name was Eric and he had that floppy hair. You know, like that style of hair that was basically all bangs that boys who listened to Depeche Mode had in the 80s? Eric was into cool music, but he was also into being a dick. It got back to him that I had a crush on him and one day, out of the blue, he walked right up to me, flipped his hair bangs, and was like “can I talk to you?” He led me over to a dead patch of grass on the playground and was like “do you wanna go out?” My eyes welled up because I was so happy and I said “really??” And then he laughed and was like “no,” and walked back to his friends. This song could have been playing in the background as all that happened. Anyway. I bet I’ve fucked like 75 more girls than he has by now.
 
02. Townes Van Zandt - “Tecumseh Valley”
From note numero uno this song had me by the crotch seam. Oh, you’re Southern AND sad? Fuck yes. I’d listen to this and flop around on the grass for almost any reason. Like I could listen to this if I was sad about something, or If I accidentally ordered the wrong ice cream cone. Whatever. For any reason. Yes. 
 
03. Sebadoh - “Truly Great Thing”
I love the drum in this. It’s a good way to keep time with the top of my head hitting the wall of the interior of my closet while I’m in there having a fit about something. The funny thing is I never really get sad about stuff. But this is all making me want to fall into a wet blanket of picky sadness. It’s working!
 
04. Richard Buckner - “Song Of 27”
Sometimes I mix up love feelings and sadness feelings. Like I was just listening to this and thinking “can you imagine if someone sang this song to you? Like maybe while sitting at the lake or something?” And then I remembered that I was supposed to be surfing a depression wave, not a wave of pussy juice. 
 
05. Jason Molina - “Get Out Get Out Get Out”
I’m starting to feel really sad. I just noticed myself making melty face. You know, where your face gets so down and loose that it’s like the skin is melting off your bones? 
 
06. Grouper - “Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping”
I wish I could lay down.

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My Very Own Sad Mix

Working with the same little group of writers each day gets to be intimate feeling. You read their writing. You get a sense of what they’re good or bad at. Before long you’re casually thinking about what their pajamas smell like, and then you ask them to make you a mix tape. Really you could demand it, because, you know, you pay them. But you ask nicely because otherwise it would feel perverted and illegal.

William Cody Watson does our Sad-Ass music column, and was nice enough to make me my very own Sad-Ass mix. The only guidelines he was given were to make it the “saddest sad fucking sad thing you’ve ever done.” Here’s what he put on my mix, which I will now review for you all.

Tracklist:

01. Red House Painters - “Things Mean A Lot
There was this boy I had a crush on in grade school. His name was Eric and he had that floppy hair. You know, like that style of hair that was basically all bangs that boys who listened to Depeche Mode had in the 80s? Eric was into cool music, but he was also into being a dick. It got back to him that I had a crush on him and one day, out of the blue, he walked right up to me, flipped his hair bangs, and was like “can I talk to you?” He led me over to a dead patch of grass on the playground and was like “do you wanna go out?” My eyes welled up because I was so happy and I said “really??” And then he laughed and was like “no,” and walked back to his friends. This song could have been playing in the background as all that happened. Anyway. I bet I’ve fucked like 75 more girls than he has by now.
 
02. Townes Van Zandt - “Tecumseh Valley
From note numero uno this song had me by the crotch seam. Oh, you’re Southern AND sad? Fuck yes. I’d listen to this and flop around on the grass for almost any reason. Like I could listen to this if I was sad about something, or If I accidentally ordered the wrong ice cream cone. Whatever. For any reason. Yes. 
 
03. Sebadoh - “Truly Great Thing”
I love the drum in this. It’s a good way to keep time with the top of my head hitting the wall of the interior of my closet while I’m in there having a fit about something. The funny thing is I never really get sad about stuff. But this is all making me want to fall into a wet blanket of picky sadness. It’s working!
 
04. Richard Buckner - “Song Of 27
Sometimes I mix up love feelings and sadness feelings. Like I was just listening to this and thinking “can you imagine if someone sang this song to you? Like maybe while sitting at the lake or something?” And then I remembered that I was supposed to be surfing a depression wave, not a wave of pussy juice. 
 
05. Jason Molina - “Get Out Get Out Get Out
I’m starting to feel really sad. I just noticed myself making melty face. You know, where your face gets so down and loose that it’s like the skin is melting off your bones? 
 
06. Grouper - “Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping”
I wish I could lay down.
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Sad-Ass Music
Alright let’s get all up in this shit.
So the world, in fact, DID NOT END on December 21. I know this because I was sitting pretty with my roommates, in the living room of our house, ripping the shit out of X-Mas gifts. We celebrated early just in case the real armageddony type shit did pop off. But guess what? By 12 AM—December 22—I was drunk as fuck watching those same roommates play in their little band with a bunch of other totally alive motherfuckers standing around me. So… Yeah, no end of the world. Hurray.
So while we’re all alive, LET’S FUCKING PARTY.
Here we go: Sad songs you could totally get away with slipping on at a party…
Air, “Playground Love”
Now, you might think this is a cop out, but it’s not. Listen to this groove-banger and tell me it’s not gloomy as shit, while all around foxy as shit. The laid back percussion, the lush synth atmospheres, and bright and bold sax lines. All this from a main track from the motherfucking VIRGIN SUICIDES score. Sure, “Sexy Boy” is a much more frolicking, get-down-make-love type jam, but we’re attacking from our patented strong & sad angle, and “Playground Love” works much better from that position. Those Lisbon Girls…
For Similar Results: Björk’s “All Is Full Of Love” / Stereolab’s “Captain Easychord” – especially the second half / Cornelius’ “God Only Knows”
Grandaddy, “Jed’s Other Poem (Beautiful Ground)”
I probably could’ve went with some other, more well-known Grandaddy songs, but really, this one’s my favorite. The whole vibe of this one, honestly, sort of just makes me want to imagine myself as a weird, fucked up soul-vampire, kind of like Sean Bateman did in Rules Of Attraction. Dawson was a stone-cold freakazoid in that movie—I never read the book, well kind of, I did read the last page to see if it really did end all abrupt, mid-sentence AND IT TOTALLY DOES! Anyway, yeah, something about the slow, pulsing organ and the droning synths, just makes me wanna roll through crowds of dumb faces and scowl. Sometimes you just got to get really weird and raw in a thick crowd of heads. I also really like when he says, “I try to sing it funny like Beck, but it’s bringing me down.” Good line.
For Similar Results: Mercury Rev’s “Pick Up If You’re There” / Spiritualized’s “Death Take Your Fiddle” /Clinic’s “Distortions”
Nine Inch Nails, “Somewhat Damaged”
I think Trent’s written a lot of somber, distressing tunes that have been heavily disguised as something perhaps a bit more flustered, pushing towards angsty, unnerved, and chaotic; when they’re really just tales of desperation, isolation, and a sense of full-bore uneasiness. “Somewhat Damaged,” sounds pretty fucking vicious with lines like “lick around divine debris, taste the wealth of hate in me” and “tear a hole exquisite red, fuck the rest and stab it dead.” So yeah, OK, Trent is pretty pissed, I get it. What we’re really dealing with here, is a tale of loss, a change for the worse. “How could I ever think it’s funny how everything you swore would never change is diferent now?” Trent’s screaming about how fucked it is that everything he had come to know and have faith in has changed abruptly; guess it could be a lovey-dovey kinda thing, or who really knows. That’s the way it speaks to me and most every other human that’s had a relation-SHIT go sour, right? So how well would this go over at a party? Well as long as your partygoers don’t masturbate to the Garden State soundtrack on a regular basis, all heads are gonna burst into headbang city when this heavy pummeler charges out of the speakers. Get wild. TOO FUCKED UP TO CARE ANYMORE!
For Simliar Results: Sisters Of Mercy’s “Lucretia My Reflection” / Marilyn Manson’s “Man That You Fear”/ Team Sleep’s “Your Skull Is Red”
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Sad-Ass Music

Alright let’s get all up in this shit.

So the world, in fact, DID NOT END on December 21. I know this because I was sitting pretty with my roommates, in the living room of our house, ripping the shit out of X-Mas gifts. We celebrated early just in case the real armageddony type shit did pop off. But guess what? By 12 AM—December 22—I was drunk as fuck watching those same roommates play in their little band with a bunch of other totally alive motherfuckers standing around me. So… Yeah, no end of the world. Hurray.

So while we’re all alive, LET’S FUCKING PARTY.

Here we go: Sad songs you could totally get away with slipping on at a party…

Air, “Playground Love”

Now, you might think this is a cop out, but it’s not. Listen to this groove-banger and tell me it’s not gloomy as shit, while all around foxy as shit. The laid back percussion, the lush synth atmospheres, and bright and bold sax lines. All this from a main track from the motherfucking VIRGIN SUICIDES score. Sure, “Sexy Boy” is a much more frolicking, get-down-make-love type jam, but we’re attacking from our patented strong & sad angle, and “Playground Love” works much better from that position. Those Lisbon Girls…

For Similar Results: Björk’s “All Is Full Of Love” / Stereolab’s “Captain Easychord” – especially the second half / Cornelius’ “God Only Knows”

Grandaddy, “Jed’s Other Poem (Beautiful Ground)”

I probably could’ve went with some other, more well-known Grandaddy songs, but really, this one’s my favorite. The whole vibe of this one, honestly, sort of just makes me want to imagine myself as a weird, fucked up soul-vampire, kind of like Sean Bateman did in Rules Of Attraction. Dawson was a stone-cold freakazoid in that movie—I never read the book, well kind of, I did read the last page to see if it really did end all abrupt, mid-sentence AND IT TOTALLY DOES! Anyway, yeah, something about the slow, pulsing organ and the droning synths, just makes me wanna roll through crowds of dumb faces and scowl. Sometimes you just got to get really weird and raw in a thick crowd of heads. I also really like when he says, “I try to sing it funny like Beck, but it’s bringing me down.” Good line.

For Similar Results: Mercury Rev’s “Pick Up If You’re There” / Spiritualized’s “Death Take Your Fiddle” /Clinic’s “Distortions”

Nine Inch Nails, “Somewhat Damaged”

I think Trent’s written a lot of somber, distressing tunes that have been heavily disguised as something perhaps a bit more flustered, pushing towards angsty, unnerved, and chaotic; when they’re really just tales of desperation, isolation, and a sense of full-bore uneasiness. “Somewhat Damaged,” sounds pretty fucking vicious with lines like “lick around divine debris, taste the wealth of hate in me” and “tear a hole exquisite red, fuck the rest and stab it dead.” So yeah, OK, Trent is pretty pissed, I get it. What we’re really dealing with here, is a tale of loss, a change for the worse. “How could I ever think it’s funny how everything you swore would never change is diferent now?” Trent’s screaming about how fucked it is that everything he had come to know and have faith in has changed abruptly; guess it could be a lovey-dovey kinda thing, or who really knows. That’s the way it speaks to me and most every other human that’s had a relation-SHIT go sour, right? So how well would this go over at a party? Well as long as your partygoers don’t masturbate to the Garden State soundtrack on a regular basis, all heads are gonna burst into headbang city when this heavy pummeler charges out of the speakers. Get wild. TOO FUCKED UP TO CARE ANYMORE!

For Simliar Results: Sisters Of Mercy’s “Lucretia My Reflection” / Marilyn Manson’s “Man That You Fear”Team Sleep’s “Your Skull Is Red”

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