On 3/14, the first day it was apparent people in New York and Los Angeles were going to be spending a lot of time at home indoors, I created a list of songs about isolation and being alone with loved ones, illness and health, hope and danger. In the weeks since, I’ve been adding as a new one is tipped on social media or in a story or just crosses my mind. Some of the songs rely on metaphors or a stretch in the meaning: Thunderclap Newman’s “Something in the Air,” The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows” and Talking Heads’ “Warning Sign.” Others hit the nail on the head: Rev. Gary Davis’ “Death Don’t Have No Mercy,” Warren Zevon’s “Don’t Get Sick” and Spirit’s “Nature’s Way.” - Phil Gallo

The fifth episode of Devs (FX/Hulu) is framed by Free’s “Oh I Wept,” a truly inspired juxtaposition that catches the mood of right now as well as that of Alex Garland’s eerie, mesmerizing series (he’s the writer/director of the terrific films Ex Machina and Annihilation). I also copped Broken Bells’ “After the Disco” and Low’s “Congregation” from the Devs soundtrack (music supervisor: Becca Gatrell); they fit right in.

Kinda Dark mixes newly relevant songs from my most beloved bands and artists—Todd, Big Star, Matthew Sweet, The Tubes, The Odds, Radiohead—with current tracks that capture the vibe of right now, including Phantom Planet’s “Time Moves On,” JR JR’s “Good Old Days, The Strokes’ “Bad Decisions, Brent Cobb’s “The World Is Ending” and Blake Mills’ “Vanishing Twin.”

ll likelihood, I’ll keep messing with the selections and the sequence—that’s what’s so addictive about playlisting. —Bud Scoppa

I assembled this playlist some time ago, and given recent events (including some blues that directly impinged on my family), I've come to rely on it as an emotional balm. It moves freely between genres and eras; my only criterion was every song had to go deep. It's heavy on soulful classic rock (Stones, Floyd, VU, Elton, Jimi) singer/songwriters (Joni, Van, Nilsson, Zevon) and assorted curveballs (Scritti Politti, Roxy Music, Ted Leo). Here's hoping the Kleenex supply is sufficient. —Simon Glickman