Twenty Twenty-Three

2023 marks not only the 20th anniversary of this blog (an occasion I'm overdue to celebrate), but also 20 years of compiling a playlist of favorite songs to summarize my year in music consumption.

Though I still make an ultra-limited run of physical copies, for the most part this now lives in the streaming world. As such, if you have Amazon Music Unlimited you can listen at this link.

The Tracks:

1. Mammoth WVH: "Like a Pastime"

2. blink-182: "Fell in Love"

3. Jonas Brothers: "Vacation Eyes"

4. Kylie Minogue: "Things We Do For Love"

5. Carly Rae Jepsen: "So Right"

6. Semisonic: "All the Time"

7. Caitlyn Smith: "High"

8. Wilco: "Meant to Be"

9. Jenny Lewis: "Chain of Tears"

10. The National (feat. Taylor Swift): "The Alcott"

11. Lufthaus & Robbie Williams: "Unlovable"

12. The Killers: "Your Side of Town"

13. Foo Fighters: "Show Me How"

14. The New Pornographers: "Bottle Episodes"

15. Ben Folds: "Paddleboat Breakup"

16. The 3 Clubmen: "Look At These Stars"

17. Andy White & Tim Finn: "My Regeneration"

18. The Beatles: "Now & Then"

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