Called Out
Since Dave Munger called me out by name, I can't very well continue to resist commenting on the music "meme" that's been making the rounds of LiveJournal and various blogs. I'm a sucker for this sort of thing, anyway.
Total volume of music files: iTunes has it at 6714 songs, 18.2 days, 34.38 GB. I haven't yet hit the point where I have to edit down which songs are on my 40 GB iPod, but the day is coming.
Last CD bought: I'm not sure I could name the last physical CD I purchased, but I went on an iTunes binge last weekend, picking up albums by the Mountain Goats, the Libertines, the Eels, Stereophonics, Rilo Kiley, Weezer, Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Nic Armstrong and the Thieves, and the Fruit Bats, plus a handful of assorted singles.
Song playing at the moment of writing: I type slowly, so while it's "You or Your Memory" by the Mountain Goats right now, it was "All I'm Thinkin' About" by Bruce Springsteen," and will shortly be "I Can't Do This by Myself" by By Divine Right. And a half-dozen other things before I finish, ending with "Dinu Lipatti's Bones" by the Mountain Goats.
Five particularly meaningful songs: (I'm picking this version because I did songs I'm currently listening to not long ago, and "all-time favorites" is too hard to cut down to five. These aren't in any particular order.)
Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here." I was a big Floyd fan in high school, and this was my favorite song of theirs. Heretic that I am, I tend to prefer the live version off Delicate Sound of Thunder to the original album cut, because David Gilmour has a better voice than Roger Waters, and also because that's what I heard first.
Afghan Whigs... There's got to be a Whigs song on here, as they were the Best Band in the World for several years. I'll go with "Bulletproof" off Black Love for this one. It's an uneven album, but this might be the best angry pathetic dumped guy song ever ("Every time I dream about you baby, your hands all over me, I never forget anything, don't forget that I'm asleep"), says the guy who was angry, pathetic, and dumped at around the time it came out.
Old 97's, "Big Brown Eyes." My first year teaching, Too Far to Care was one of a very few discs that would play on the tempermental boom box I kept in my office, so I listened to that record a lot. This is probably my favorite track off that album.
The Miracles, "Tracks of my Tears." I remember drunkenly singing this on a porch in North Carolina at the end of my senior year in college, and despite the violence we did to it, it's still a great song. I'm not sure it was appreciated by the people trying to sleep inside, but they were philistines, anyway.
The Beatles, either "Maxwell's Silver Hammer," or "Octopus's Garden." Not because they're really stand-out entries in the Beatles catalog, but because some of my earliest memories are of dancing around the living room of my parents' apartment to those two songs. (I realize this is going to make a few readers who can remember buying the album with their own money feel really old, but the Beatles broke up before I was born.)
I'm not going to call anyone else out on this because all the people I'd pick have either done it already, or don't have blogs. But you know where to leave the comments.
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