Melancholy, Bruised-Heart Songs for Nighttime Freeway Driving
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Very Specific Playlists is a weekly feature in which Jezebel staffers make very specific Spotify playlists based on their weird proclivities.
These are songs for stewing. The soundtrack to replaying moments both savage and tender in your head while you glance at your smudged eyeliner in the mirror. Maybe you are on your way back from a party where you felt alienated and alone. Or from some date that you didn’t feel like going on, only to be let down by their seeming indifference; a lack of overall curiosity from the person across from you. Can’t they see you? Don’t you deserve more? Did you peak at 23? INDULGE. WALLOW. ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW, LET THE RISING HEAT OF THE ASPHALT DRY YOUR TEARS! YOUR PAIN IS PURIFYING! THINK OF HOW FUCKING CINEMATIC YOU LOOK RIGHT NOW, QUEEN!
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1. Tricky, “Poems”
Have you ever snorted Vicodin? That’s what trip-hop is like! The long-abandoned genre of the ’90s is simply the best for slow-like-honey sadness. Tricky was the grandaddy of it all. Whenever I want to feel like I’m starring in a glamorous, downer-fueled drug sequence filmed by David Fincher I put on this jam.
2. Blood Orange, “You’re Not Good Enough”
I picture Blood Orange to be an sentient citrus fruit sliced in the middled, candied and neon, glistening with tears.
3. Patti Smith, “Piss Factory”
Bluesy, punk-rock spoken word about labor and men and PROFOUND yearning via heroin chic poet who railed Robert Mapplethorpe and Sam Shepard and snagged a National Book Award? TURN IT UP. Favorite line: “These bitches are just too lame to understand, too damn grateful to have a job.”