San Francisco can be kind of a depressing place, but I mean that in the best way possible. It's always foggy, except for when it rains (in the winter) and the few days that the sun shines (in spring and a small part of fall). In fact, the sun doesn't even suit the city. To me, SF feels disingenuous when the weather is nice, like it's trying to be something it isn't. It's only when the city is gray (and wet) that it really feels like home. In this way it is able to create the most beautiful kind of depression possible.

This mix was inspired by the walks that I like to take around town on winter days when the rain is falling and I can just wallow in self-pity and enjoy the city. Yay!