Similar to many people across the globe, I’m currently practicing social distancing and happen to have a hell of a lotta extra time on my hands. As a freelance writer, I do still work, but with airlines grounding, the hospitality industry grinding to a halt, and tourism rental markets drying up, the number of projects I’m getting is significantly lower. Still, I consider myself among the lucky for many reasons more than this one.
It’s day 18 of our lockdown in Portugal, and during this time, I’ve had the opportunity to listen to an extraordinary amount of music (much more than I would otherwise). I’ve even been creating a few more lists to pass the time, and I’ve also been mulling over my Music to Play in your Vintage Mustang playlist. In doing the latter, it struck me that I have yet to add one single song about an actual Ford Mustang. It’s unfortunate, because I have at least a dozen of them lined up for this, and I know that there are at least a couple hundred more of them out there.
Well, that’s about to change.
It’s day 18 of my lockdown, which coincides with the 18th track on the playlist, so I’m taking a left turn with Lana Del Rey’s “White Mustang,” from Lust For Life (2017). It may not have a vintage vibe, but it’s a beautiful song — and certainly sombre enough for the times. It’s also the kind of song you can picture playing while you drive alone under a moonless sky along a dark desert road, and well, that’s something that feels like a privilege to be doing right now.
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About the Curator - Jane Asylum
When my mother wasn’t walking around the house belting out early 60s’ girl-band lyrics, she was collecting compilation albums, specifically from K-Tel. She may not have had the most refined taste, but she enjoyed variety, or at least that’s what I recall. I poured over them all, preferring some sounds to others. And when I found the perfect song, I’d play it over and over until ready to perform my latest theatrical dance incarnation.
With my family all gathered on floral grey sofas in our basement apartment, I’d set the vinyl on the turntable of a brown fibreboard stereo and not-so-carefully lower the needle. It would pop, screech, and crackle before any music spilled from the weaved-wheat speakers. My toes would press, lift, and sweep through the blue-green shag carpet, my arms would flail, and the music would bass and treble through my soul.
I’m no longer that 6-year-old doing private-audience interpretive dance routines, but my passion remains just as intense. I have no special superpowers as a curator — just my love of sounds and lyrics that transport, transform, move, and make your body groove.
15 November 2021
When you adore a band and practically everything they’ve done, it can be a bit difficult to decide on one single track to feature on a playlist, but “Drive Your Car” became a no-brainer.
13 October 2021
English band Free’s “I’m a Mover” is music to my ears, and it’s the track I want to listen to while driving my pony on a stretch of cracked grey highway over green hills.
13 September 2021
Any track from this band would pair well with Chuck Berry’s “My Mustang Ford,” but I want to drive into a more or less psychedelic blues and garage rock direction. This makes “Lying Eyes” the perfect fit.