When I got my first iPod in 2002 – a gleaming, snow-white block of happiness with a 5 GB hard drive and the ability to hold up to 1000 songs – I became obsessed with creating playlists. I copied most of my CD collection to my Mac and spent hours compiling the Soundtrack of My Life.
I created playlists for Dark Days and Lazy Afternoons, and ones for Impromptu Road Trips and Uncontrollable Fits of Laughter. I mixed Antony and the Johnsons with Cat Power and Bebel Gilberto, Pink Martini with Ladytron. I made an R.E.M.-only playlist and one titled Marshmallow Creme, featuring female jazz vocalists. For an Asian-themed dinner party, I made a list titled The Silk Road, punctuated by a pop piece by Dim Dim, and a haunting number by Mokhira.
I made so many playlists that I burned myself out. For well over a year, I haven’t made a single one; rather, I’ve been enjoying the results of the hours I spent swapping one song for another. Most of my playlists are now as familiar to me as any of my favorite CDs.
My original iPod has long since been replaced by a newer one (I gave the original to one of my sisters, who took it with her on a European jaunt. It was swiped from her seat on a train bound for Florence. Somewhere, an Italian person is humming along to bits and pieces of my collection. Oddly, this makes me happy.).
Last weekend, as the Moroccan and I sat down at the counter of one of our favorite North Bay sushi restaurants, we were amused to hear Def Leppard playing over the restaurant sound system. We were less amused by the third Def Leppard song in a row. “Guess they’re playing the whole album,” I sighed.
I like Joe Elliot and Rick “Sav” Savage as much as the next person, but really: does “Armageddon It” pair well with uni? Does “Hysteria” improve the flavor of the slivery slice of aji wedged between your chopsticks? I’m here to tell you (twelve songs later): no, it doesn’t.
I started wondering out loud what music would play well with sushi, and before I knew it, the Moroccan had beckoned the owner (a lovely and dignified Japanese man who wears suspenders and beautiful Hermes ties no matter what the weather), and volunteered my playlist-making ability.
The owner (who has become a friend, by virtue of the fact that we sit at his counter at least once a week, and chat until the wee hours), was only vaguely aware that his staff was grooving to “Rock of Ages” as they ferried softshell crab and spicy hotate throughout the dining room.
“They play whatever they want,” he said resignedly, gesturing to a gaggle of 20-something waitresses huddled at the end of the sushi bar.
So, after a long hiatus, I’m once again combing through my iTunes library to create Music to Accompany Freshly Demised Fish. I have to admit: I've missed this ritual of sorting, listening, discarding, playing and replaying. I'd forgotten how enjoyable it is.
And now I'd like to know: what would you like to listen to while ikura and ankimo titillate your tongue? I’d love to hear your suggestions.
Bonus question: Do you pay attention to music in restaurants, or is it mostly just background noise?
When I’ve finished assembling my playlist, I’ll post it here.
