You Schmooze You Lose: Love Your Little Ways

You Schmooze, You Lose: An Imaginary DJ Set By Jennie Willis Maybe it's the head cold, maybe it's the champagne your DJ has been nursing all night, but inspiration struck. A break from schmoozing was in the cards, but suddenly Miss Motherfucker was overcome by the desire to broadcast a rather dreamy set for you little heathens out there. Ah, another lonely Montag. So here we go, a brief dive into speculative sonic sway. Swervedriver- 99th Dream A delicious track from this forgotten shoegaze band. Everything you want is here: space travel, rock and roll, blankets of feedback, courageous vocals....music to fall in love to. My Bloody Valentine- Slow (live) Experiencing My Bloody Valentine live is akin to being present at ground zero during the Trinity tests. A ribcage-shattering, epiphany-inducing orgy of tremelo saturated ecstasy. Siouxsie and the Banshees- Last Beat of My Heart (live) Pardon the screaming on this track. It is warranted, however. Another live cut, this song of yearning and devotion echoes a commitment to the unobtainable that only Siouxsie Sioux can deliver. Jonathan Halper- Leaving My Old Life Behind/ I Am A Hermit Best known as the soundtrack to the Kenneth Anger short film "Puce Moment," this mysterious double-header is an exploration into self-induced hermetic pondering. Brian Eno- Here Come the Warm Jets Inclusion of this seminal track from the album of the same name just seemed right. Imagine barreling down the highway at 2 in the morning towards anywhere but here. Cocteau Twins- Pandora Indecipherable, majestic really. Everything you would expect from this group. The Jesus and Mary Chain- The Hardest Walk Walk of shame, walk of blame...who cares. Arab Strap- Afterwards A flashback to the night before. Perhaps it's true that the best part of a one-night stand is afterwards as you watch your lover get dressed and anticipate sore thighs the next morning. At least you have that much to remind you that your memories are real. The Wedding Present- Brassneck Ending this set is this resolute ode to corresponding with an infatuation regardless of whether or not a response is received. Sometimes writing it all out makes us feel better. Perhaps if Morrissey didn't have his head perpetually up his ass he could reach this level of endearing exposure.