I call this one "They Blame it All on You".  I made it for my wife when she was stressed out at work and, not coincidentally, hating one of her coworkers with a vehemence that you usually reserved for genocidal maniacs.  However, knowing this woman's taste in music and clothing, she deserved the vitriol.  It's a good disc too, despite the negative connotations.

Volume one of "The Chixter Set" is filled with some really fantastic tunes. I mean, if it has Komeda it must be good, right?  Of course.  Because the Swedes know how to kick ass.  Seriously.  It's because it's so clean over there.  They get angry and consequently create music with catchy, driving beats.  Just look at ABBA.  So why the Chixter Set?  Because I wanted my wife to have music that would make her feel like she was as cool as the lead singer of The Come Ons.

You bet your sweet ass there is more Komeda on the second "Chixter Set" disc.  When you have a formula like Komeda has, you make an appearance on a bevy of discs.  A whole smorgasbord.  What do they have?  A groove like Stereolab, only happy and less Marxist.  A good combination.
 

This one has Black Box Recorder on it.  And if you've ever heard of Black Box Recorder then you too are secretly in love with the voice of Sarah Nixey.  And why wouldn't you?  She is tres sexy.  Don't tell my wife I said that.  She wouldn't be happy that I'm showing pictures of Sarah.

This one is called, "I Think I Read the Commercial".   There was a period of time where it seemed like my CD collection was being played on every commercial that was on the air.  So I collected some of my favorites and tried to increase the karma of other songs that deserve to be in commercials.

Fall is what I consider as the last gasp of the year, before it falls into the death-like slumber of the winter.  Thus, this is the season's Official Album^TM available at all Fall Gift Shops and through its mail order service.

 

"We Are Floating in Space" (title taken from a Spiritualized song, appropriately enough) was my attempt at a Rock and Roll hymnal for a co-worker of my wife's.  Consider it my rumination on my own spirituality.  Love, death, chanting.  It's all there.  And more!

I should fill up this space with something because my table dropped, but I ran out of things to say.

I suppose I could thank my enjoyment of Jobim to my brother-in-law and my friend Todd.  Both introduced me to different aspects of this man's Samba genius.  But it was on my own that I cultivated a crush on the voice of Jobim's best work, Astrud Gilberto.  She being the voice of "The Girl from Ipanema".  If you've never listened to her I highly recommend it.  Her voice.  Wow.  Sultry.  Put this together for David.

My wife is in a knitting group.  Most of them are pretty hip ladies.  Therefore, they needed their own soundtrack.  And this is it.  Besides, I needed to find a use for the song with the reprise "knit one way purl back the other."

I am immensely proud of this disc.  It's my soundtrack to the TV show "Lost".  If they ever need a soundtrack made, they should call me.  This one kicks ass.  Seriously.  Like Ace Frehley ass.

The first in a series of Nick Cave discs that I made for Ryan.  This is "Love in Hell Volume 1."  Mostly the hell part.  I love Nick.  He's such a nice-looking young man.  Like the kind of guy you'd like to see hitchhiking on a deserted road.  Yes, he's scary, but his music is also incredible.  It grows on you.

If Nick Cave had a tender, romantic side, this might be it.  Hard to tell.  I love the picture on this cover.  As if Nick isn't scary enough, they have to be holding a doll like it's a real baby.  Kind of like that crazy old lady I saw on vacation last summer who carried a Cabbage Patch Kid in a sling and talked to it like it was her own child.  Creepy.  We wanted to take her home.

Everybody needs more Wondermints.  This is a collection that I put together of some of their more difficult to locate material.  B-sides, TV appearances, recipes for Turkey soup.  You know, the usual crap that you have laying around.  Don't know them?  Get thee to Amazon!

I made this for my nephew on the occasion of his college graduation.  Before he headed out into the cruel world of audio engineering and music production, I wanted to introduce him to some music he may have never heard, or wouldn't be likely to hear on the radio.  Don't know if he ever listened to it.  But I did.  Loved it.  Rocks.
 

This was also made for my nephew.  He had gotten a really cool job, flying all over the world, so I put together a sort of travelogue/rambling tunes sort of disc.  I really like the feel of this one, thanks to the way George Harrison and Buffalo Springfield's music still manage to evoke a certain sense of sepia-toned memories and the image of an open road, unrolling with promise before you.

A bunch of Wilco shit you probably don't have.   It took a lot of work to get the music that is contained on this disc.  Too much work, as a matter of fact.  It left me exhausted, yet in the need of more.  Seems that the more music you find, the more you want to find more and more and more.  No matter how much these rare little gems cost.  Damn music. It's killing my bank account.

For an Earthbound schmuck like me, one who idolizes astronauts in a way that most people idolize rock stars, the loss of Columbia hit me in a very strange way.  I was sad.  Really sad.  So I made this disc filled with songs about space, exploration, science and heroes.

Imagine a motion picture soundtrack for every summer love story you've ever seen.  Sweet, lovely, bitter, bittersweet, romantic, angry, frightening, sentimental . . . it's all here on one convenient compact disc!  I like this one too.

You know the commercials for "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"?  Well, just like everyone else I know, they filled me with the need to make a CD filled with songs about the sun.  You made one too, right?  Really?  What the hell is wrong with me?

A friend of mine said this was the best disc I've ever made.  I'm inclined to agree.  I made this for our trip celebrating my wedding anniversary.  We brought about 30 discs with us, but only spun this the whole weekend.  Wacky.