Friday, Jul. 09, 2004
Dear Diary: It's been a while since I've kept up with the popular music. How long has it been? Uh, well, Bananarama was a big deal back then. Oh be quiet. I'm guessing I might be just a tad out of touch with whatever the whippersnappers might be listening to. I've been ripping tunes off my personal CD's and the workout CD's that folks have sent me to start to fill out the itsy bitsy shiny red Best Toy Ever but I could only come up with about 40 songs I really loved, which left me with room for about 30 more. File sharing is not illegal in Canada thanks to a recent federal court ruling about free use. Oh yeah, we're wild and crazy up here in the Great White North. If I was running Tourism Canada, our ad campaign would feature the catchy slogan: "Come to Canada to watch the homos marry�there could be hott girl on girl action! If that gets old, steal music". There might be a reason why I'm not head of Tourism Canada. I'm a bit nervous about joining file sharing networks because I've heard it's a great way to bring dangerous programs into your computer. So I decided to look around to see if there are music blogs where people talk about the music they love and post MP3's so people can hear a bit of it. There are. Oh, stop smirking. I know my zygote readers have probably been plugged into this stuff since they were in diapers, but I am old. This is all new and slightly unnerving for me. That said, oh, man, it's incredible. Seriously. It's as if the cast of that movie High Fidelity (and every other music geek who had ever wandered into their store) each decided to set up a web site. There are literally hundreds of these things and they are amazing. Some of this music is insanely esoteric. I stumbled into one American kid's site where he talks about obscure Swedish pop music with an intensity that's stunning. I mean, he would get into impassioned fights with people on his message board over whether or not Lars Fluffenhosen had played lead guitar on a certain track or if at that point his cousin Sven Limpennoodle had been in the band. He was featuring tracks for which the pinnacle of success had been reaching #140 on the charts in Holland. I spent the evening just following links. I ended up at everything from a site that features cheesy pop hits from the 1960's and 1970's (the main criteria for inclusion was that it has to include hand clapping or been on a record produced by either K-tel or RonCo) to a site completely dedicated to sound tracks of Japanese anime. This internet place is full of wackiness. Wackiness, I tell you. The passion is what I enjoyed the most. You get so used to people either feigning they don't care or actually living their lives in "whatevah" mode. When you stumble into little corners of the web where people are actually incandescent with how much they care about something, it's a big hunk of wonderful. My problem, of course, is that I really don't know what people are talking about. When some impassioned person says a particular song by the Misplaced Commas reminds them of an Easily Too Dead back in their ungowa phase, I do not have a clue what this means. I have downloaded a fair bit of music that I absolutely hate because someone expressed their love for it so articulately. So, my three loyal readers, I am throwing myself upon your mercy. Could you leave me a comment, please, about the sort of music I might like? I'm not asking you for music, I'm asking you for band names and song titles. To give you a sense of what I have liked so far, here's what's loaded into the itsy bitsy shiny red thing (this isn't the order on the player, it's the order I took them off CD's or, uh, for evaluation purposes): 833 � Bella Vera Autechre, Kraftwerk, Orbital, Photek, Aphex Twin � Coal In, Ghost Out Horse � Automatic Bangles � Walk Like an Egyptian Box Tops � The Letter Cyndi Lauper � Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Del Amitri � Driving With The Brakes On Derek and the Dominos � Layla Disco Dance Medley (Includes Right Said Fred) Don Henley � All She Wants to Do Is Dance Fleetwood Mac � Landslide Frou Four � It's Good To Be In Love Gianluca Grignani-L'Aiuolo Jackson Brown � Running on Empty Jane Siberry � The Walking (and constantly) Jevetta Steele � Calling You Joan Jett and the Blackhearts � I'm Gonna Run Away Madonna � Frozen (Dance Mix) Moby � We're all Made of Stars Nek with Dante Thomas � Cielo et Terra Stevie Nicks � Edge of Seventeen Stevie Nicks � Stand Back No Doubt � Hella Good Paola and Chiara � Tu sei per me Paula Cole � Road to Dead Pet Shop Boys � Home and Dry Pretenders � Brass in Pocket Prince � Little Red Corvette Prince � When Doves Cry Robert Palmer � Addicted to Love Roy Orbison � I Drove All Night The Zombies � She's not There Sinead O'Connor � All Apologies (Nirvana cover) Sinead O'Connor � Redemption Song (Live) Sinead O'Connor � The Emperor's New Clothes Rolling Stones � Gimme Shelter The Byrds � 8 Miles High Paul Oakenfold � Send Me An Angel (remix) Nina Simone � Feelin' Good Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright � Careless Whisper (Live) Brian Eno � By This River Suggestions? Anyone? Oh man. This is going to be hard Goal for 2004: 1,000 miles - 1609 kilometers
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