Download these beats today to get you through your workday and inspire you for your hump day Bari workout.

Happy Tuesday, Tribe! Check out the Lumineers’ new video for Stubborn Love. Amazing!

Yes, some of these are borderline depressing. But it’s pretty cold and dark out there, so… when in Rome? They aren’t all depressing, though, some are just emotionally unsubscribed/hipster.

What’s your favorite song to listen to in a storm? Leave us a comment at the bottom.

Joshua Radin - Winter

Sigur Ros - Untitled #1

Bon Iver - Blood Bank

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow

Coldplay - Violet Hill

Kings of Leon - Velvet Snow

Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal

Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds

Did you catch our playlist on Lifestyle Mirror today?

Check out playlists from SoulCycle, Ballet Beautiful, Barry’s Bootcamp and SLT.

Here’s ours:

Did you catch our playlist on Lifestyle Mirror today?

Check out playlists from SoulCycle, Ballet Beautiful, Barry’s Bootcamp and SLT.

Here’s ours:

Full disclosure: Coldplay did not pay us to write this blog post. Okay, fine, no one pays us to write anything. But you guys just wait, one day we’ll be able to say that.

This past Friday my fiance took me to a Coldplay concert. Coldplay has that quality where you can listen to an album (and sometimes even a single song) and party, dance, celebrate, cry, be the happiest ever, be the saddest ever, fall in love, abhor love, have the brightest outlook on life, contemplate suicide… It’s always perfect no matter what mood you’re in. (Kind of like Bari.)

I won’t go into too much detail since I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who will be seeing this tour, but it was definitely among the top three concerts I’ve been to. In the way great live music always should, the show blew me away. I’m pretty sure Coldplay is some reincarnated form of the original creators of music. Like, the first people ever to make music from scratch. I could not handle how good they were last night. Literally, could not handle it. I got chills. Followed by tears. It was pathetic. And awesome.

My love for this band likely has something to do with the fact it’s one of those bands that held my hand through college, and they’re still making amazing music. Versus, let’s say, Sugar Ray who stole my heart in high school, and then broke it when they sold their soul to the devil and I had to throw away their CDs. Anyway, Coldplay was what we listened to in college when we were studying, when we were eating, when we were roadtripping, when we were partying. They were always there, defining moments, giving everything a little more meaning, making you feel like you were in a movie no matter the situation or circumstance.

Songs on Friday night brought back memories of all of that - and everything that’s come since. They brought back memories of my consulting years; the endless travel and the loneliness in hotel after hotel. They brought back memories of that year after consulting when Bari was first being created; those endless nights of research and the endless days of awkward sweat. And they brought back memories of Bari’s opening and, needless to say, 86 percent of the playlists we listen to at Bari. Fact: I did the math.

Chris Martin is brilliant; the way he sings, the way he sweats profusely through every song (again, kind of like Bari), the way he plays the guitar, the way he plays the piano, the way he jumps around on the stage in that way that only looks good if a rock star is doing it. (Because if anyone else did it, they would look like they should be sent to a mental institute and/or arrested for disorderly conduct.) But the drummer, Will Champion, was unreal and hands down my favorite. I have a special weakness for percussion. I feel like I’m cheating on my fiance nearly every time I listen to anything percussion heavy. Because it makes me feel that good. Last night, watching Will Champion live reminded me why. Drums are orgasmic.

Now that he came up on this post, a side note about my fiance: One of the reasons I fell in love with him is because even though he wears a suit every day (and looks amazing in it), he is actually a brilliant musician. He plays the bass like a God, plays any song I want him to play on the guitar, picks up the drums like he grew up playing them… But (of course there’s a ‘but,’ guys - I’m not this sappy ever unless I have a ‘but’), he doesn’t listen to lyrics ever. He knows so much about music that it weirds me out sometimes (like we were sitting in a restaurant in some little random beach town in Croatia, and he said to me, “Oh look, there’s the bassist of R.E.M.,” like it was cool/normal to recognize him). He’s like a music encyclopedia. Except not - because he doesn’t know what any song means or is alluding to. Probably among the top reasons why he likes Sigur Ros so much. (Unless he secretly understands their constructed Icelandic dialect.) So, he always tries to dedicate songs to me because he actually listened to the lyrics by mistake for less than a second and caught words like “I love you” or “you are beautiful” or “let’s have fun,” but what he doesn’t realize is that the rest of the song is actually about infidelity, heartbreak, destruction or the improbability of everlasting love. He always does this, but last night was especially hilarious because every Coldplay song is SO meaningful, and their words are SO powerful.

Thanks for sticking with me through those seventeen side tracks. (Sorry, Coldplay made me do it.) Here’s a song for you to blast to get your Monday started on the right note.

I love music. Love. On my father’s side only, I am one of 36 cousins; my dad is one of ten brothers and sisters, and every Sunday growing up was spent at my grandparents’ house. Sometimes we would barbeque. Other times we made the most incredible paella I will ever eat in my entire life. The details of family gatherings varied, but music was always a constant. My grandfather was a politician and engineer, but his hobby and passion was music - tango specifically. You wouldn’t be able to finish the sentence “Abuelito, can you play us a song” before his guitar was out and ready to go. My grandmother sang, and the two of them would play together and sing the most amazing, chill-inducing tango duos. Plenty of people in my family actually went into music as their profession (pictures below), and even more can simply pick up a guitar or, really, any musical instrument and jam out a song on request… family reunions kind of feel like the Back Fence (pictures above). So these Sundays basically meant three things: family, food and music.

Music has always played an integral part of my life, and when we were developing Bari, I knew it was one of the elements I wanted to emphasize the most. Our Tribe comes and goes all day. You guys spend an hour, two hours, three hours (yes, the week before Fashion Week people get a little whacky) a day here, but imagine spending 12 hours a day at Bari… we listen to a lot of music. A lot.

Since the day I opened Bari, and I promise I am not exaggerating here, every single time I hear a song outside of Bari I think of the studio. Sometimes I imagine a class doing the Hopscotch; other times I wonder if the song would work for a playlist; other times I think to myself “I hope this song gets outlawed soon because if I have to listen to it one more time I will rip my ears out.” But, one way or another, Bari pops into my head.

One of the first times I went out with Brice, we were at a bar in the West Village and I told him: “Brice, I don’t know if I’m going crazy or not, but I have to ask you something. Whenever I’m out, every single time I listen to a song I think of putting Bari moves to it. Does that happen to you too?” He looked at me like I was an alien with noses coming out of my forehead, and with a classic Brice poker face, replied “no, never.” Well, okay then, I guess I am going crazy. Thanks for the encouraging words, Brice.

Anyway, a few months ago I saw a video to one of the songs I was feeling like throwing up to, and if I had to hear it again I was going to hurt one of my teachers… Now, I want to share it with you guys because it changed my perception of the song. Also, because I’m a sharer and a carer, except when I’m out to dinner with Luigi and I have two bites left of the most delicious bowl of pasta, and he decides he needs to try some of it. Then I stop caring, and I definitely shut down my sharing. But that’s its own dedicated blog post, so let’s get back to LMFAO.

Please watch this video now:

AMAZING or what? Here I was this entire time doing the 101 and the Alabama Slammer to this song, thinking happy thoughts, without knowing it has one of the most hilarious videos of all time. I don’t know what my music industry friends think, and I don’t care. You guys can make fun of me all you want; this is an amazing song. All of a sudden I have to hear this song whenever I have to get pumped up for anything at all. (Yes, I just said that. I pump myself up for multiple things every day, actually. Another favorite pumper upper? Click here.) Remember my friends Chavi and Tisha that got married in Cartagena? We watched the LMFAO video before we went out to celebrate their combined bachelor/bachelorette party one night in New York City. It transformed the night. If I’m in a bad mood, I listen to this song, and wiggle. Bad mood: gone. Trust me, embrace it.

If you’re going out this weekend, I beg you to play this video for your friends, and then go dance. You deserve it. You’re sexy, and you know it. You work out. And you’re a wiggler deep down inside, or maybe it’s not so deep.

Wiggle and sweat, Tribe. Have a good weekend. Peace.