In college, my roommates and I had spontaneous dance parties where we’d all bust a move (and bust out laughing), but nowadays my dance moves are limited to shimmying slowly to the couch to avoid spilling my glass of wine. To that end, my dinner party playlist is a mostly laid-back affair — mellow enough that everyone can easily talk over it, but not too chill that you feel like falling asleep. But to keep things interesting, I do like a little pep in the midst of my male indie crooners. Give me a syncopated violin line, please, a jazz riff, maybe even a scratchy classic before we go back to Sigur Rose and M. Ward.
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