About this playlist
You’ve just read the playlist title and might be thinking that changing just one little bitty letter could transform “Song in 60 Seconds” into a porn parody. Honestly, it’s a bit surprising that it hasn’t happened already. But no, it hasn’t; at least not yet. Sure, it’s a playful title stripped from a Dominic Sena film which has a pretty kickass soundtrack of its own, but this collaborative playlist is all about songs that run in and around the minute mark.
Why? Because that’s what you’re looking for, of course!
Maybe you need a punch of inspiration for your own art. Perhaps you’re looking to immerse yourself into an emotion. It could be that you like playlists with short songs, or, for all we know, you’re into listicles about 60-second songs (this isn’t one) or searching for a perfect one-minute track to add to your own short film or use as a theme song about life, love, and the universe. Whatever the reason, we’ve got you covered.
Some of these tracks might clock in at 50-something seconds, others do stretch longer, but none of the tracks reach the 2-minute mark.
This is a diverse, yet thoroughly enjoyable playlist brought to you by the collaboration of MusicTo curators Jorde Pedbra, Ben Young, Jon Ewing, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew McCluskey, Chris McCann, Maria Fish, and yours truly, Jane Asylum. You might be surprised at how evocative or inspiring a short piece of music can be, and you might even discover a new artist to enjoy along the way!
About the Curators
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.