Song Roulette: Gian Placido Hates The British And People Who Have Love Affairs With New York City

Gian Placido Hates The British And People Who Have Love Affairs With New York City

Jessica Cassyle Carr
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Gian Placido is an off and on resident of Albuquerque with a rabid disdain for the British. In his natural state you can find him relaxing poolside in a captain’s hat while enjoying top-shelf Scotch and perhaps the view of a sexy new boyfriend. On other occasions, he marauds as DJ Arts and Crafts, specializing in progressive ’70s rock. Below he shares five random, alarmingly Jeff Lynne-free tracks.

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1) “Army of Ancients” • Dr. Dog • Fate

“I started listening to Dr. Dog last spring. My friend put on the record after we came home from Mardi Gras at eight in the morning. I may or may not have taken off my pants on the street. I do, however, know for sure that I fell asleep all tops and no bottoms, because there are pictures on cell phones to prove it.”

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2) “Kamera” • Wilco • Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

“So far, so good. I haven’t actually listened to this song in a while, but it’s still really good. I’m pleased that there is at least one really fucking good song on here and it’s not all Rod Stewart and Phil Collins, exposing my penchant for shitty soft rock.”

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3) “We’re Gonna Make It” • Mychael Danna and DeVotchKa • Little Miss Sunshine Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

“This song is the one I’m most embarrassed about. Not because I don’t like DeVotchKa but because it implies I bought the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack.”

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4) “Little Girl Blue” • Nina Simone • Little Girl Blue

“Hmmm. This is one of those inevitable songs that you have no idea was in your library. I listened to it. It’s a sweet little song. The instrumental beginning sounds like that song British people sing at Christmas, which kinda of made me want to puke, but then it got better.”

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5) “Sunday in New York” • Bobby Darin • Hello Dolly to Goodbye Charlie

“Having this song come up may lead you to believe that I am one of those boners with a bar in the corner of my carpeted living room (usually located tightly and awkwardly between a plasma screen TV and a sliding glass door). A bar filled with booze no one is actually allowed to drink unless it’s poker night. Either that or I’m one of those equally pathetic people with a sickening love affair with the city of New York. I am neither. Bobby Darin just happens to be better than any of those Rat Pack assholes.”

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