The New York Times' Books blog,
Paper Cuts, has a recurring thread called
"Living With Music," in which authors write about their perfect playlists. I was thinking about this as I set down to blog about
The Black Cab Sessions, the site where musicians like
St. Vincent,
Spoon, and
Daniel Johnston can be seen singing a single song in a taxi cab as it roams the streets of London.
I'd wandered onto the site because, after months of not listening to
Bon Iver at all, I suddenly had to watch everything the Internet had to offer of him (Bon Iver is the recording name of singer/songwriter Justin Vernon; Darcie Stevens wrote about him in relation to licensing
here).
I hadn't stopped listening to Bon Iver on purpose – I'd just sort of forgot. Moved onto newer loves. You know what it's like – when you get crazy-obsessed with a song (like
"Skinny Love"), and you just wanna curl up in the sound and stay there forever. And then a week passes, or a month, and you sort of forget. You caught a bug for a while, and then you got better – or worse, depending on your point of view. I don't think I'm alone in that I feel best, my most ragged and alive, when caught in the clutches of something or someone else.