Wanna know about the music I make? Here’s the info:

A performer for more than 35 years, Chuck Parker has filled many musical roles: heavy metal guitarist, singer/songwriter, jazz sideman, open mic host, filk circle regular, session player, and World’s Okayest Bassist™.

Chuck has been a regular on the con circuit for more than a decade, and he’s played ballrooms, biergartens and backyards all over the country, both as a solo performer and as the bassist for wizard rock icons The Blibbering Humdingers. He plays slice of life, confessional geek tunes that are often kind of funny, and his lyrics have been called “sensitive”, “literate”, and “hard to sing…”

He is also a published poet, avid cyclist, spouse, father, and a herder of cats, both figuratively and literally.

Tunes:

• Bandcamp: Songs/Albums for sale/download
• Spotify
• Apple Music
• YouTube Artist Channel
• …and very likely on your other favorite streaming service!
• The Blibbering Humdingers, the wizard rock/nerdmusik band I’ve played bass with for most of the last ten years
• Stuff I Made – live recordings, other people’s records I’ve appeared on, rare stuff, writing, etc…

Gigs

• Chuck’s Gigs Page

Thanks for checking in, and if you like, stick around to read two decades’ worth of blog posts!

I’m really getting a lot of mileage out of this song…

Today is, as scheduled, my last day of work for 2024. It’s been a scary-productive year this year occupation-wise, and I hope to keep it moving, assuming I don’t get railroaded into management, which kind of feels like it’s happening after attending the retirement party of a dear, beloved co-worker yesterday afternoon. The ink’s not even dry on her retirement certificate and people are already messaging me on background about how I’m perfect for the slot that’s opening up…

We’ll see. I’m going to take the next two weeks to consider it, but after spending many an afternoon talking about the frustration she’s experienced in that position, It’s going to take some thinking.

And who knows, I might have even longer to think about it, thanks to all the chaos up in The District over the last 48 hours. I went to bed on Wednesday night confident that Congress had kicked the can until March to keep things funded, the once-and-future guy and his work-spouse Elon went and tanked the deal, and now as I type this, we’re half-a-day away from shutting things down again.

I fully expect to wake up Monday morning to log on to my work machine to sign a furlough notice, and assuming it that happens, I also fully expect that I’ll be sitting on my ass waiting for news at least until Inauguration Day.

Merry F’ing Christmas.

Oh well. I’ve got some savings to burn through to make sure the mortgage is covered, and I can hope for some sunny days so my rooftop solar array eats a big chunk of the electric bill, and thanks to the law they passed last time, I’ll get the money back once all the posturing and backroom deals, but a month or so without a paycheck is surely going to suck.

So, if you feel like buying some music in the meantime, I certainly would appreciate it.

Anyway, as far as my planned holiday break is concerned, I don’t have a lot planned. I’ve got a couple of projects around the house, some guitar restringing (including trying “Nashville tuning” on one of my Telecasters, because why not) on the agenda, and just relax a bit after a pretty stressful year, either out at some local (and maybe slightly less local) parks, or sitting in a chair reading a book with a cat or two in my lap while trying not to think about how long I likely won’t be getting paid.

Oh, and I should probably focus on rehearsing a bit, since I booked two more conventions for the first half of the year this week.

Anyway, the obligatory tunes the algorithms that are always watching us spit out. Americana, Celtic, modern folk, and closing out with a little bit of really catchy pop because I’m human, Dammit!

Like Thanksgiving last month, I’ll be unplugging in the interest of mental health, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish you Happy Holidays, whichever ones you celebrate.

1. “Found Out About You” – Gin Blossoms
2. “Steal My Soul” – The Strumbellas
3. “A Change Is Gonna Come” – Greta Van Fleet
4. “Who Will Save Your Soul” – Jewel
5. “And It’s Still Alright” – Nathaniel Rateliff
6. “The General” – DISPATCH
7. “Crowded Table” – The Highwomen
8. “Humbug Mountain” – Fruit Bats
9. “Find My Way” – Gabe Dixon
10. “Home For A Rest” – Spirit of the West
11. “Hold My Hand” – Sam Burchfield
12. “Glenfern” – Kathleen Edwards
13. “Keep Me In Your Heart” – Warren Zevon
14. “Pink Pony Club” – Chappell Roan

I’ll be honest, this week’s been kind of a foggy blur, interrupted by periodic explosions of flatulence. I haven’t been sleeping well for reasons that elude me, and I’ve been having all kinds of interesting lower GI issues (to the point of sore abdominal muscles!) for reasons that sort of also elude me, but were probably helped along by a big pot of absolutely delicious curried lentils I made on Monday and had been eating all week.

So yeah, I’ve been putting all my effort into fighting through the fragrant fecund fog to get done the stuff I need to get done between hours of lying wide awake in bed.

At least I’m getting some reading done. Now, if only I could harness what’s coming out of me to generate power to feed back to the grid like I do with the energy generated from my solar panels…I’d be much more well off financially.

Apart from those significant elements, I did manage to get a little more holiday shopping done, including scheduling an upgrade to the aforementioned solar array; an upgrade to the outdated gateway device that came with the house, which will provide better functionality and system information so I can get better data about how things are working.

If we get the installation done before the end of the year, I’ll be looking at a very nice tax credit, especially after figuring in what I’ve already got coming thanks to the new windows earlier this year.

The rest of it’s been stuff I’m not going to mention in case certain individuals stumble up on this post.

Given how I’ve been feeling as described above, along with the cold and rainy forecast, I don’t expect I’ll be doing much this weekend apart from the usual chores and spending a little time working through career mode in Planet Zoo.

And oh yeah, last post about how I was hoping President Biden would keep dropping social justice and policy bombs through the end of his term? Yesterday’s record-setting pardon and clemency action is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about. Let’s go, Dark Brandon.

Anyway, tunes. Bunch of indie and americana, which is exactly what one would expect, unless I’m in another one of my KISS and hair metal phases that I’m not feeding via Hair Nation on SiriusXM channel 39….

1. “Years” – Sierra Farrell
2. “Just A Bird” – Blind Pilot
3. “Gettin’ Rich, Goin’ Broke” – Willow Avalon
4. “Proof I’m Here” – Matt Jaffe
5. “Too Stoned To Cry” – Margo Price feat. Billy Strings
6. “Don’t Walk Away” – The Heavy Hours
7. “Steady Going Nowhere” – Ben Rogers
8. “No Hurry” – Terra Lightfoot
9. “Don’t Do Me Like That” – flipturn
10. “Giving Up” – Michigander
11. “Talk To Me” – The Record Company
12. “I Forgive It All” – Mudcrutch
13. “Tired of Waiting” – The Trews

Another week watching the world burn (or at least watching some people scattering kindling willy-nilly in world burning anticipation) while the press and pundits focus on their navels and that shiny squirrel over there who’s going to do exactly what he’s going to do regardless of whether Joe Biden’s compassionate and completely within the bounds of his executive power as expressed in Article II, Section 2 of the US Constitution actions give him precedent to do so or not.

Of course, while this has been going on, I’m still here filling out schedule tables, composing reporting logic, going to a few appointments, putting four new tires on my car that I didn’t expect to need just yet, and being amused at how little time it takes my dog to finish her morning ablutions when it’s 19° outside.

But getting back to that pardon business, I’ve got no issue with it. Sure, he originally said he wasn’t going to do it, but given that nobody not named Biden would have even been prosecuted for the same charges, and if they were, they wouldn’t have their reasonable plea deal rejected, and would certainly not show up on the proposed FBI Director’s “enemies list.” Had the election turned out differently, I expect he wouldn’t have done it, because the courts, the DOJ, and Congress would be much more likely to take a reasonable tack on it.

Feels reasonable to me. Folks are already shitting on his pretty awesome legacy anyway. History will be kind, but the present’s going to be the present. Don’t sweat it, and protect someone you love from unreasonable hassle.

As far as whether this gives TFG justification for doing the things he’s going to do, and already did last time, like pardoning his son-in-law’s dad for illegal witness tampering involving hiring a sex worker to seduce his brother-in-law, and taping the encounter to use as blackmail, among other less scandalous things, and then giving the asshole an ambassadorship (and that’s not even considering Roger Stone and Steve Bannon), that’s rather ridiculous. I appreciate the “they go low, we go high” ethos of maintaining a higher standard, and yes, the incoming administration has already paid lip service to this action as justification for future action, though anyone who thinks this pardon has any effect on the kind of shenanigans the once and future Chief Executive would have gotten up to is fooling themselves.

You know, honestly, I’d like to see Joe Biden just go ahead and run with things; make use of that “absolute immunity” 23-939 Trump v United States gives POTUS and call the Court’s bluff: Cancel student debt. Cancel medical debt. Legalize weed. Get the ERA finally added to the Constitution. Limit the terms of the Insurrection Act to prevent the incoming guys from deploying the military against US citizens. Pardon the heck out of everybody on Patel’s “enemies” list. Offer clemency to non-violent offenders and those with outdated sentences.

Go full-on Dark Brandon for the next 45 days. Hell, resign on January 19, and make Kamala Harris President for half a day, give us the first woman as President and deny the next guy the number 47 to make all that merch with 45-47 on it he’s already had printed up in Chinese factories ahead of his promised tariffs obsolete.

Okay, that last one’s just a little petty.

In any case, that’s my take on politics since the holiday weekend as we rapidly approach the end of the year.

Personally, I don’t have a whole lot on the agenda coming up. The usual weekend stuff (groceries, chores, etc), and maybe some more holiday shopping and going out for a beer. Who knows. I’m going to play it loose. I’ll take advantage of that luxury while I’ve got it.

Anyway; this week’s tunes spit out of Spotify (and I’d show my “Wrapped”, but it’s got me as the #4 artist and five of five for the top songs, thanks to streaming a selection of tunes from the new record from the merch table for six or eight hours a day for Dragoncon); it’s full of Americana and catchy blues guitar:

1. “You Make My Dreams (Come True)” – Arkells
2. “Do I Ever Cross Your Mind” – Chet Atkins (w Dolly Parton)
3. “The Rest Of My Life” – Sloan
4. “So Says I” – The Shins
5. “Canola Fields” – James McMurtry
6. “Mirror and a Kitchen Sink” – Tommy Prine
7. “It Hurts So Bad” – Susan Tedeschi
8. “McKenzie” – Houndmouth
9. “Carolina Rolling By” – Mipso
10. “All The Pretty Girls”- fun.
11. “Junior’s Farm” – Wings
12. “Underestimate Me” – Maggie Rose
13. “Better Things” – Ray Davies and Bruce Springsteen

As is my tradition, in the interest of my mental health, I’m planning on turning off my phone today for the long weekend. Such actions support my desire for some well-deserved quiet time at home and on a couple of select adventures with friends and chosen family, while minimizing the instances of the extra stress that comes along with this particular season.

Just letting the world know, is all. Enjoy your time, I’m just doing the best to enjoy mine.

As the thermometers outside are finally acknowledging, it’s now autumn. It’s both a favored time of year and one that tends to throw a wrench into my enjoyment of it. I definitely enjoy my time outside in the cooler weather; afternoon hikes along the river at the local park (which the dog loves), regular bike rides on the VCT (carefully dodging slippery leaves and traitorous pinecones), and heck, even seasonal chores like raking and blowing leaves. However, once daylight savings goes away and darkness starts coming early, my normally mostly managed depression ramps up a bit, especially with the fall/winter holiday season fast approaching.

Yes, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is definitely a thing I deal with.

This year, given the other stuff going on in my life, it’s been especially rough. Getting motivated and maintaining a positive outlook on the world (especially the current condition of the world) has been more difficult than in past years. That said, I’m doing what I can to manage it. Getting my regular outside time, using my therapy light, and working on giving myself permission to sometimes be a bit less productive: all kinds of self-care behavior those people who know things recommend.

And I’m mostly doing okay; mostly.

I know I’ll have better days and less-better days, and I try to be okay with that. And I talk about it; because if I do, others understand what I’m dealing with, and maybe somebody else out there will be able to move past the weird social issues around mental health and get the help they need, because I’ve had people in my life that didn’t or couldn’t, and now I don’t have them around anymore

Apart from all that stuff in the previous paragraphs, I’ve been spending a little more time playing guitars for my own enjoyment lately instead of turning it into work by prepping for gigs (though I’m working out arrangements of a couple of interesting cover tunes that’ll slot into gigs later), and reading some pretty good books. I don’t have much on the agenda for the weekend or next week, except for taking a couple of days off for the holiday and likely turning off my phone for a day or two, because that device that is such a big part of people’s lives in today’s (overly) connected world is it’s own sort of stress that I regularly need a break from.

Anyway, that’s my piece today. Here are some tunes that the algorithm spit out; mostly the typical indie fare, including a very cool bluegrass cover of a favored Pink Floyd tune at #6, and a neat tune I don’t hear often enough at #8, with a title referencing a particular punctuation device you can find several examples of in this post:

1. “See The World” – Gomez
2. “Primrose Hill” – James McCartney
3. “Seven Roads” – Stereophonic OCR
4. “Dreamboat Annie” – Heart
5. “Do You Love Me” – Guster
6. “Time >Breathe Reprise<" - Greensky Bluegrass
7. “F*ck My Life Up Again” – Marcus King
8. “Oxford Comma” – Vampire Weekend
9. “Solitaires” – Futurebireds
10. “Pretty Vicious” – The Struts
11. “Talk is Cheap” – Dr. Dog

So, the results on Tuesday were so not what so many of us were hoping for. So much of America, both the 75 million who voted for him, and the 11 million who didn’t show up, showed us who they are, and who they are reeks of racism, sexism, xenophobia, LGBTQ+-phobia, general non-neighborliness, more than a little bit of fascism, and frankly, a really shitty understanding of economics. Also, those folks in my social circles who enabled this result have taken to adopting that person’s worst impulses, and have generally been complete assholes.

So, honestly, I’m stepping away from a lot of people, at least for a while. No need to listen to people who have shown that they don’t consider so many people I care about to be sub-human. They may speak of “we can agree to disagree,” but it doesn’t take much for that veil to drop and for them to show their true colors.

I simply don’t need that kind of negativity in my life right now; I’ve got more than enough other stuff to be concerned with.

That said, I’m not giving up, and neither are so many of us. We’ll do the work, we’ll fight the bad stuff, and unlike the other side, we’ll do it with within the bounds of the law. We’ll be the loyal opposition (loyal to the Constitution and the mostly noble ideas this country’s based on), but we’re going to oppose the hell out of all the awful things the other side’s promised to do and the negative attitudes they and those that support them have adopted.

I ran across something this morning that really resonated with me, and it’s worth sharing. I think it’s going to resonate with a lot of people, particularly my nerdy brethren, though as the concept’s drawn from the second-highest grossing film of all time, it almost certainly applies much more broadly:

This week’s had quite a few ups and downs. Work was amazingly productive, even if there were a few pretty long days after the long weekend. I’ve gotten some encouraging medical news, and making progress in a couple of different areas, even if the side effects of this new pill I’m on are inconvenient. We found out that the weirdness with our solar array is most likely due to an unhappy software update, though the control panel on the dishwasher (that I just fixed in August for another issue) has shorted out…

So yeah, the good and the bad have mostly balanced out there.

Oh yeah, I also voted early. If you’re able, (and here’s a good place to check your options), maybe you should too?

All that said, there’s one thing this week that’s been weighing heavily on me. I got word on Saturday that my local watering hole and hang-out, Dancing Kilt Brewery, is shutting down* at the end of this week, another casualty of rising rents and market saturation in the Richmond, VA area.

I’m really gonna miss this place; it’s only about two miles from home, and it’s right on the way to and from a favored park for hiking and my usual cycling trailhead on the VCT. It’s been a pleasant, relaxed and welcoming place for the last half-decade, family-owned and operated, and frequented by people who I might not always agree with, but remind me of the same sort of favored characters I’ve encountered ‘back where we came from’, and are always good for a hearty greeting and spirited conversation. I made a lot of friends there over the years, and I’m going to miss seeing them regularly.

Also, the beer was wonderful, and the place was nice enough to pay me to play my off-kilter music on the occasional Thursday night.

This week they’ve been putting their spin on the traditional ‘Irish Wake’, welcoming people back to both mourn and celebrate, with discounted pours (to clear the kegs out of the fridge), some live music, and a chance to raise a final pint or three in honor of the taproom and the good times we had there.

So, I’ve been over a couple of times this week doing just that with a glass of Headless Horseman Oktoberfest, and maybe grabbing more than a few cans to stash away for when I need a reminder that there’s some good in the world if you look for it.

In any case, here’s some music the algorithm decided I needed to hear today:

1. “So Ready” – Goose
2. “How Lucky” – Kurt Vile w John Prine
3. “Whatcha Want” – Lawrence
4. “Sweet” – Jobi Riccio
5. “Glory, Glory (I am Free)” – Dea Matrona
6. “Dancing with Sue” – Wyatt C. Louis
7. “Hold on Loosely” – Joe Bonamassa, Train
8. “Superstar”- Rainbow Kitten Surprise
9. “This Is Life” – Winnetka Bowling League, Medium Build, Dawes
10. “Scars” – Fruition
11. “First High” – Nikki Lane
12. “Coming Home Song” – Sammy Raye & The Friends
13. “Harvest Moon – Live at Echo Mountain” – Melt
14. “Backmask 1983” – Carbon Leaf

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* – While I know it’s ridiculous to attribute this additional cause, the Kilt is the third brewery I’ve played at in town that’s shut down. As they say, “once is by chance, two is coincidence, three is a pattern.” I guess I should only play at crappy places in order to use my powers for good.

Another seven days passed, another bunch of hours worked, another list of chores done, another bunch of miles hiked and pedaled, another few beers quaffed…this week’s been actually pretty standard.

I guess that’s not entirely true, as those hours worked involved a lot of serious, but honestly pretty fulfilling requirements planning to hand to the developers to build some really neat stuff that’ll make our program managers a lot more productive. It’s nice to find myself actually doing the job I’m supposed to be doing instead of picking up everyone else’s work.

The chores were, on the whole, pretty meh, though it did feel good taking that shower in the eerily clean bathroom I spent an hour or two deep-scrubbing yesterday.

The miles were in old favored places, which is it’s own kind of pleasant, meditative thing, where I can just focus on the movement and let the mind wander, as I already know every tree, root, and rock along the way, and before I know it, I’ve passed by a few mile markers without specifically noticing them.

And the beers? The lovely spouse and I had a very nice time chatting with our friend “Other Chuck” at the grocery store bar on Thursday afternoon drinking those. I needed that after some pretty draining Teams calls.

Maybe this week wasn’t so standard after all; reading back on what I ended up writing here, it was actually pretty remarkable.

As for this week’s algorithm-generated Spotify playlist, It could easily be the lineup for next year’s Iron Blossom Festival or an average hour on my favored wnrn radio. All that modern and post-modern folk rock, which I’ve been listening to quite a bit lately…

…Well, that and Lady Gaga’s new record Harlequin, which is full of excellent arrangements of classic jazz standards. I highly recommend it.

1. “Mine Forever” – Lord Huron
2. “Honey” – The Lone Bellow
3. “KD and LunchMeat
4. “Summer Sun” – Ruen Brothers
5. “Fadeaway” – Bodeans
6. “If 6 Was 4” The Retrograde
7. “Fish and Whistle” – John Prine
8. “Everybody Knows” – Ryan Adams
9. “Happiness” – The Heavy Heavy
10. “The Place That Makes Me Happy” – The Moss
11. “Maestro (Tears Don’t Lie)” – Wilder Woods
12. “Right Kind of Dream” – Johnny Blue Skies, Sturgill Simpson,
13. “Every Chance I Get (I Want You In The Flesh)” – Dan Auerbach
14. “Bathroom Light” – Mt. Joy

Politico had an interesting article up this morning, “Tim Walz and the Birth of the ‘State College Voter’”, about how most Americans with college degrees don’t get them from the big elite universities like those of the Ivy League, but rather from the regional small public universities, like, say, I don’t know, Millersville University (BS ‘96) or smaller, non-selective private colleges, like Florida Tech (MS ‘05). Those graduates tend to go on to reasonably lucrative, if not exactly prestigious, careers, often in the same region of the country they grew up in, contributing to the local economy (since they’re more likely to stay close, rather than pop into the state for a few years, graduate, then leave again). Those people make up a plurality (around 45%) of degree-holders in this country, but get overshadowed by the so-called elites from places like Harvard and Yale.

It’s a very large demographic, but one they don’t typically select for in polling.

It’s also mostly where I fit into things (except for the fact that I didn’t stay in the area where I grew up, for a variety of reasons), as well as where the current Democratic Presidential/Vice Presidential ticket fit, as opposed to the all-Ivy Republicans. Also, I took and passed my own admissions exams. 😉

VP Harris went to Howard (the HBCU) and UC Hastings, and Governor Walz attended Chadron State in Nebraska and Minnesota State Mankato, came from lower-middle class backgrounds and pursued careers in public service. Governor Walz and I even have basically the same degree.

That background, as well as both Walz and Harris falling into the same GenX generational cohort, had a lot of similar experiences, and we came to a lot of the same conclusions about where we stand politically. While there’s some debate about GenX’s overall political leanings (much ado was made about another Politico article back in May about us being “safely Republican”), I, and most people in my cohort that I spend time with (admittedly self-selected) came out of our University experiences at small public colleges with a greater experience of the wider world than the small, homogeneous (and often more than a little bit racist and homophobic) communities we came of age in, and developed a more progressive worldview as a result of our experiences with people who were different than us and being exposed to things like history, sociology, and Keynesian economics that just made sense. Not that I’ve not met some conservative Xers, but in my experience and anecdata at least, they might be loud, but there aren’t as many as some of these articles claim, and I say this as someone living in a pretty conservative enclave with ties to the birth of the Tea Party movement, even if it falls within a solidly blue Commonwealth (Praise Be to the DC suburbs and cities 20 miles to the north and south).

Our unique latchkey childhood experiences also made us pretty damned snarky and sarcastic, and that’s definitely coming out in the Harris-Walz campaign messaging, which warms my snarky GenX heart.

Representation matters, and for the first time in a while, I feel represented.

Your Mom has concepts of a plan!

This work week’s been kind of a whiplash-inducing experience, starting with a two-day “retreat” during which my work team did a bunch of decidedly not-work things; like guided meditation, painting, ice-breaker games, and going out to a nice dinner; to focus on the importance of self-care and engage in some team-building. It was…pleasant. It also hit at exactly the right time of the year, after the majority of the program management tasks for all those requirements have been finished and handed over to the procurement shop.

Then the day after we wrapped it up, I spent seven hours in meetings before spending another hour in the dentist’s chair. The winds shifted pretty quickly, you could say.

Outside of that, though, the week’s been largely positive. I’m getting pretty good (for me, anyway) streaming and sales numbers on Warmest Regards, I’ve gotten some decent outside time, and spent a pleasant evening with friends on Wednesday, sharing our enjoyment of Tuesday night’s Presidential Debate.

VP Harris played TFG like a fiddle, consistently describing her positions on the issues while dropping numerous obvious rhetorical traps that consistently got under his skin, frustrating and distracting him, sending him down strange tangents about crowd sizes and silly stories about immigrants stealing and eating pets in Ohio, rather than looking even remotely “Presidential” or competent.

It was masterful, and exactly the kind of thing we were hoping we’d see and ideally expect from someone who’s made a successful career as a prosecutor. We’ll see what the polls show in the coming days, though I suspect that this debate performance will win over a significant number of few-but-absolutely-essential undecided voters out there.

And it’s going to be close, because the way our electoral system is organized, *every* modern Presidential election is close, at least in terms of electoral count (if not popular vote). Thanks to population distribution, Gerrymandering (which I link because the etymology of the word never gets explained anymore), and the Electoral College system as laid out in Article Two, Section One of the Constitution (we’ll leave whether the EC still makes sense given modern population numbers and social conditions for another day). In 2020, for example, President Biden won the popular vote count by more than seven million votes, but his victory in the EC was primarily driven by a few thousand votes each in three or four states.

Our system is kind of weird.

Writing that civics lesson of a previous paragraph seriously threatened to harsh my vibe coming off of Tuesday evening, but it’s an important reminder that the Harris campaign and those of us who support it can’t take anything for granted. 80% of the voters in this country are going to vote for a given party no matter who’s on the ticket, and the rest of the undecideds/persuadeables/whatevers are that way because they’re not particularly engaged in the process. It’s convincing those folks on the margins to first, vote at all, and second, to support your candidate where all the work of the next eight weeks or so is going to happen.

Anyway, that’s the story for now. Here’s the usual Friday music; this time a bunch of 70’s pop rock, and some more modern tunes that mostly sound like it:

1. “Hooked On A Feeling” – Blue Swede & Bjorn Skifs
2. “Found Heaven” – Conan Gray
3. “Takin’ Care Of Business” – Bachman-Turner Overdrive
4. “My Beloved Monster” – Eels
5. “Figure It Out” – Royal Blood
6. “Shake It Out” – Florence + The Machine
7. “Pinch Me” – Barenaked Ladies
8. “Voices” – Cheap Trick
9. “Mainstream Kid” – Brandi Carlile
10. “The Underdog” – Spoon
11. “Go All The Way” – Raspberries
12. “The Man Who Sold The World” – David Bowie
13. “Lump” – The Presidents Of The United States Of America