Swinging Groove — a playlist by Jane Asylum
Swinging Sixties inspired playlist with an international flair for modern tastes
featuring artists like
Messer Chups • Fabienne DelSol • La Femme • The Rolling Stones • Smokey Robinson and the Miracles • The Bees • Cilla Black • Gilberto Gil
About this playlist
Mod. Fun. Hedonistic. These are just a few of the words people use to describe the Swinging Sixties. They’re also words I’m keeping in mind while curating “Swinging Groove.”
To give fair warning, this is an atypical Swinging Sixties playlist. I won’t say it’s unconventional, though. Many of the tracks on this playlist fit perfectly into the Swinging London scene. However, I’m adding a greater international flavor and mixing in a big splash of modern bands and music genres, too.
This playlist is inspired, at least in part, by my formative years. While I wasn’t exactly born when London swung into 1965, I grew up on a steady diet of variety and sketch shows like “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-in,” Beatles and Godzilla movie reruns on TV, and age-inappropriate cinema adventures like “Barbarella.” My mother swears they advertised it as a children’s film.
My other influence (my main inspiration) for this groovy playlist is the Messer Chups 2020 album, “Lost Tracks.” Even before listening to it, I enthusiastically laughed over brilliant track titles like “Catherine Deneuve Gets Pricked by an Umbrella” — a play on French New Wave director Jacques Demy ’s 1964 Palme d’Or-winning film “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg.”
This is a fun project for me, although I’m not sure how much of the hedonistic I’ll be able to add. Nevertheless, “Swinging Groove” is a playlist full of colorful movie tracks, retro songs for modern tastes, a touch of yéyé and tropicália-inspired music and plenty of vintage tunes from Swinging London, Europe, the Americas, and beyond.
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.
by Jane Asylum