This, my final year-end mix, comes more than a week into the new year, which means I got to steal two tracks off records from other people’s best-of-2013 lists. A big thank you to all the list-makers then, and to those making music - whether hip-hop, noise pop, or radiantly plain old pop. A more riotous, jubilant mix than the previous two, this one ranges from Pusha-T to David Bowie, hitting up some extreme lo-fi and Avril Lavigne in between. Happy New Year!

This, my final year-end mix, comes more than a week into the new year, which means I got to steal two tracks off records from other people’s best-of-2013 lists. A big thank you to all the list-makers then, and to those making music - whether hip-hop, noise pop, or radiantly plain old pop. A more riotous, jubilant mix than the previous two, this one ranges from Pusha-T to David Bowie, hitting up some extreme lo-fi and Avril Lavigne in between. Happy New Year!

Now that the year is almost over, I’ve compiled some of my favorite songs of the year on a short series of mixtapes. This, the first one, is a tad more reflective, solemn. There’s thoughts of Schubert and Johnny Cash, traditional hymns, and songs I’ve been enraptured with when Nick Cave, Laura Marling, or Trixie Whitley performed them live in a theatre, an abandoned boarding school, a church. Like Inside Llewyn Davis, it ends with a visit from Bob Dylan, a man whose work I’ve consumed in bulk this year (alongside that of Bruce Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac). Like Davis’ Ulysses, the cat in the picture above, I’ve spent much of 2013 on trains, rolling across Europe like so many clouds. 2014, I promise, will be the year of the boat.

Now that the year is almost over, I’ve compiled some of my favorite songs of the year on a short series of mixtapes. This, the first one, is a tad more reflective, solemn. There’s thoughts of Schubert and Johnny Cash, traditional hymns, and songs I’ve been enraptured with when Nick Cave, Laura Marling, or Trixie Whitley performed them live in a theatre, an abandoned boarding school, a church. Like Inside Llewyn Davis, it ends with a visit from Bob Dylan, a man whose work I’ve consumed in bulk this year (alongside that of Bruce Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac). Like Davis’ Ulysses, the cat in the picture above, I’ve spent much of 2013 on trains, rolling across Europe like so many clouds. 2014, I promise, will be the year of the boat.