Monday 02.14.2011 | 12:23 AM EDT
Jack + Ginger: A Sourmash Valentine
three hundred women in three hours
told me, boy forget the flowers
–Violent Femmes, Dating Days
You know what today is? It’s the 10th anniversary of what might be the finest compilation by maunet ever. Oh yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day too. So in honor of both, the royal we is spinning a record ripe with funny, angry, bitter-teary, drinking blues songs that’ll leave you seeing red.
Yes, it’s a self-pitying, maudlin, adolescent collection of tracks–that’s what love lost does to the best of us, no? But you can’t knock late 60′s Rod Stewart drinkin’ and raspin’ with the Jeff Beck Group. Or the R&B awesomeness of Leslie Miller, courtesy of the Midnight Cowboy soundtrack. Love’s performance of Burt Bacharach’s “My Little Red Book” sounds not like a Charlie Manson-era hippie trip but more like the conception of the Cure’s Boys Don’t Cry. That 1920′s Bessie Smith song? Woo papa, Rap ain’t got nothin’ on her dirty lyrics. And who else follows Chet Baker with the Soft Boys? C’mon, you’re gonna love it.
For you fools in love, really: Happy Valentine’s Day. You need this record, if only to remind you just how brown the grass can be on the other side.
For the rest of you sad single bastards, press play, mix equal parts bitterness and heartbreak with one shot straight Kentuky bourbon, consume and repeat.
photography + cover art © maunet.com
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