THE RACKET : LIST 13 - Cruddy Throat, Cruddy Head

I have a hope of someday (maybe soon?) releasing a playlist a week like the very best of the looming playlist gods of my Playlist God Pantheon. In preparation I've been cranking out playlists in batches which puts an entirely new spin on the meaning of a playlist. I've always approached these things with the idea I am consciously (or sub-consciously) capturing the emotional/physical/spiritual state of my current being. That a mix of Iranian funk, scuzz-pop and a general feeling of the 1980s will somehow convey that I'm in a bit of a mood. 

When I make a handful of playlists at once though with the intention of schlepping them off in measured doses, what mood exactly am I schlepping? This playlist below was molded into a rough glob of sonic clay three weeks ago. The mood contained within has been, frankly, forgotten by the creator (me). So, what now resides at the gooey center of this, admittedly, sad sack list? And what does that say about the fluid nature of how we consume media? If the emotional core of any given piece of art can be (and will) be bent - consciously or unconsciously - to the will of the receiver, is their any real point to trying to imbue anything with emotional resonance?

Anyways, what I'm getting at here is this: I am in a cruddy state of sickness - cruddy throat, cruddy head, awash in a general state of crud. Somehow, this playlist - slow and hazy with the occasionally flicker of a heartbeat - crafted three weeks ago when it was 78 degrees and I was feeling like a bag of gold bricks, fits the mood. 

Here's hoping it also fits yours.