It’s another “glorious” Wednesday.  The only things keeping me from typing mojunnbyimbypfkgkpppnrirtbmobpppppppppppppppppp with my forehead are my coffee [which seems to finally be pulling its weight (and it’s mainly water weight at that)] and the community printer in my office that startles me awake every few minutes.

It didn’t have to be like this.  I could have started this morning off the right way.  And you know me… I do everything with music and the creation of a purposed playlist.

So, having said all of that, here are the songs that I should have used to guide me from the bed to the desk:

1) Kanye West - Good Morning

The title alone is reason enough.  It also happens to be really catchy.  Plus my honky-hipster cred would be revoked if KW wasn’t on a playlist that I posted on ye olde interweb.

2) The Arcade Fire - Wake Up

Pretty much see the above.  Feasibly, one could substitute this for the Kanye track, being that they were chosen for the exact same reasons…but I’m an American.  Why not have both?  With a diet coke, though.  I’m watching my figure.

3) Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better

It’s impossible to be in a bad mood after hearing this song.  The clouds part.  The sun shines brighter.  Jeebus himself pats you on the back.  I would post a link, but html and I aren’t getting along at present.

4) Joe Esposito - You’re The Best

Yep.  It’s that song from The Karate Kid.  I find it to be a great song to listen to while brushing my teeth and shaving.  It’s like a big bowl of Wheaties for the soul.  Bonus points for singing along with your mouth full of toothpaste foam.

5) Andrew W.K. - Party Hard

This one really doesn’t need any explanation.  Perhaps I need more white ensembles in my wardrobe.

This is me on my tumblr page telling you about a tumblr page devoted only to other tumblr pages.  Ow. My brain hurts.

More proof that we need another Gorillaz album.  This is Hong Kong from the D-Sides album.

Friday Afternoon Music Repository

The Horrors - Scarlet Fields

Looks like my “______ of the Week” theme was a bit too ambitious.

Here, look at this while I make my escape:

The previously blogged Terrapin Sun Ray has been released and is available for purchase all over town.  I bought my first six-pack of the delightful liquid last night, along with a large bottle of St. Bernardus Apt 12.

The real taste of the week has been my recent discovery of Unibroue Trois Pistoles.  It’s dark and delicious, packing an 18 proof punch.  Sadly, it is not as readily available as I would like, but I’ll be trekking across town whenever possible to secure a bottle or two.

Here is the audio portion of the Taste of the Week.  It comes from the b-side of the 1985 single In Between Days by The Cure.  It’s notoriously hard to find, but well worth the search.  And I’ve done all the work for you.  How nice of me.

The name of the track, by the way, is The Exploding Boy.

There are some things that I will never understand.  Quantum Mechanics is one.  Infatuation with Sting and The Police being another.  There is a certain generation of Americans that prefer to commemorate any and every occasion with live music provided by Sting.  Say what you will about the tenure of President Dubya, but at least we never had to hear the sound of liberal optimism which (apparently) is only embodied by Gordon Sumner belting out “Brand New Day” to throngs of mildly amused onlookers.

If that is the sound of progress, I’m leaning towards becoming a political Luddite.

The object of my desire. Right now, nothing else in the world sounds more appealing than a frosty glass filled with Sunray Wheat.

I’m not even really a big fan of Terrapin in general, but this particular one is pretty spectacular.  It tastes of honey, cloves, happiness, and sunshine. It’s only available on tap at a few locations right now and as part of a variety pack available in stores.  Supposedly it will be shipping out in six packs in February or early Spring.  I don’t know if I can wait that long.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like posting anything.  And I still lack the desire to really post anything substantive.  So, in the meantime, enjoy this really underrated track from last year’s MGMT album Oracular Spectacular.

Fairytale of New York by The Pogues—One of the best non-traditional holiday songs.  You probably know it already, but it gets me into the season.

Anthropomorphic woodland creatures are not to be trusted.  The President knows this.  So should you.

The four-year-old within me thinks that this is pretty much the coolest thing ever.