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It's the middle of Winter, and after the radically chilly winds that January delivered to the upper portions of the country, our minds have turned to a celebration of all things frigid. Make a mixed tape from the string of tunes below, and you'll have a soundtrack that'll see you through til April. Brrr. |
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Click song title to listen to a clip. Click artist name for bio, news, CDs, and more. |
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Ice Ice Baby |
Vanilla Ice
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| Yep, that's a lot of ice. The implication being that Robert Van Winkle was one cool customer. Sampling Queen's "Under Pressure" was indeed pretty smooth. Claiming that you cooked up rhymes "like a pound of bacon" was not. |
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Cold Outside |
Ludacris
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| Maybe if Luda's boiler worked, he'd be rapping about more standard hip-hop fare. But in an atypical nod to society's ills, he rhymes about hard times in the hood while church bells toll. Who knew this playboy had a political side? |
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Nine Below Zero |
Muddy Waters
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| It's one thing to be heaved overboard by your significant other. It's another for it to happen when the mercury is registering in the negative. Chicago's mighty winds bolster the blues master's pain when he's dumped in this classic tune. |
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Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out |
Bruce Springsteen
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| Born To Run featured this horn-heavy track that uses a fat groove to describe taking the punches of city life. Things brighten when the Boss is saved by the arrival of Clarence Clemons' raunchy sax. |
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Cold Brains |
Beck
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| It begins like Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man" and as it unfolds, Cali's finest psychedelic folkie concocts a string of bleak images that illustrate the corrosion caused by frozen hearts and minds. |
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Shiver |
Coldplay
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| Hopeless romantic Chris Martin pledges his love, but the object of his affections gives him the cold shoulder. Wising up, he asks, "Don't you shiver?" Thankfully, Gwyneth Paltrow took away his wet blanket and put him out of his misery. |
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Coming in from the Cold |
Bob Marley
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| Forget your mittens, scarves and hats. In Marley's estimation, all you need to stay warm is to shake hands with your brother man. Fraternity, family and social consciousness are central to his view, and the band's sunny skanking is irresistible. |
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Shiver and Shake |
Albert Collins
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| The Texas blues guitarist has always been associated with ice metaphors. That's why so many of his song titles have to do with frigid side of life. But chances are good that this snappy instrumental will actually keep you toasty. |
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Frozen |
Madonna
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| After the Material Girl discovered the Kabbalah, she was ready to get all spiritual on us. Today's lesson? "You're frozen when your heart's not open." Add William Orbit's ethereal production, and all that's missing are the incense and mantra mats. |
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Slippin' and Slidin' |
Johnny Winter
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| Little Richard's classic rock 'n' roll tune borders on giddy. Guess that's what happens when you crow about your lover's carnal skills. Winter's version explains that when you fall in love its sometimes hard to find your footing. |
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Cold Cold Cold |
Little Feat
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| A slow-moving groover from one of the 1970s' finest outfits. Nothing worse than being discarded in a hellhole hotel, and as singer Lowell George wails in his patented rasp, the chill of abandonment sets in. Brrr... |
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Cold As Ice |
Foreigner
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| Like so many before him, Lou Gramm learns his love is not what it once was. In fact, it's chillier than a leftover head of lettuce in his fridge's crisper. Fortunately, his band mates are on hand to help defrost things. |
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My Winter Coat |
The Roches
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| The harmonizing sisters know that the wind blows hard through lower Manhattan, so this celebration of a street-length goose down cover-all (black, so it still looks sharp after a season of New York wear) is a snapshot of pragmatic fashionistas in action. |
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Footprints in the Snow |
Bill Monroe
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| Some folks like the summertime, but the inventor of bluegrass sings quite convincingly of winter being the most amorous season. Doing a bit of detective work, Monroe uses his mandolin and fiddle to search out his sweetie. |
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She's So Cold |
The Rolling Stones
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| The guitar riff is straight from the Chuck Berry handbook, the hiccups and busy rhythm sound like someone in the Stones' camp was listening to the Cars. The sentiment? "She's so cold, she's so cold, she's so cold." Okay Mick, I think we got it. |
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