Yes, I’m listening to Def Leppard to day. It’s been a while. I’m not listening to everything today, just Pyromania and Hysteria. One of those great two-album combinations.
In an effort to fight the somber mood, I’ve declared today “Bing Crosby” day. I’ve got 160 Bing Crosby songs on my iPod and I’m listening to them all throughout the day today.
I finally go around to putting together a 2-disc playlist that I’ve been meaning to put together for some time now. I call it “Opposites Attract” and you can see the tracks for the two discs listed below.
|Disc 1: Dark
||Disc 2: Light
|1. Boys (The Shirelles)
||1. Girls (Death in Vegas)
|2. Dead (They Might Be Giants)
||2. Alive (Pearl Jam)
|3. Stop (Erasure)
||3. Go (Pearl Jam)
|4. Fear (Sade)
||4. Fearless (Pink Floyd)
|5. Goodbye (Def Leppard)
||5. Hello (Evanescence)
|6. I Don’t Know (Ozzy Osbourne)
||6. I Know (Jude)
|7. Just a Boy (Harry Connick, Jr.)
||7. Just a Girl (No Doubt)
|8. Cryin’ (Aerosmith)
||8. Laughing (R.E.M.)
|9. Lies (Thompson Twins)
||9. Truth (Def Leppard)
|10. Oh Father (Madonna)
||10. Mother (Pink Floyd)
|11. One of These Nights (The Eagles)
||11. One of These Days (Pink Floyd)
|12. Insanity (Oingo Boingo)
||12. Sanity (Bad Religion)
|13. Yesterday (The Beatles)
||13. Tomorrow (Avril Lavigne)
|14. Walking on the Moon (The Police)
||14. Walking on the Sun (Smash Mouth)
Glad that’s now out of my system. I’m sure there are more of these, but this is the best I could do with what I had in my collection.
My freshly cleaned laundry was delivered a short time ago, so I jumped in the shower to wash away all of the ichiness from my previous clothes. I noticed that the acoustics in the shower are amazing. I did what I consider to be my best-ever acapella version of “Basin Street Blues” and it sounded terrific, if I do say so myself. Chalk up another plus for Starwood hotels: good singing showers.
And speaking of Basin Street, now that I’m all cleaned up and in fresh clothes, I’m heading back out. First stop on my list is 221B Baker Street and I will give you a few hours to figure out why. No Googling allowed. Scouts honor.
I put together a relaxing pool-side playlist for those days that I don’t feel like doing anything except sitting by one of the pools on the ship, sipping umbrella drinks. For those interested:
- Beyond the Sea (“La Mer”) — Django Reinhardt
- Dreamsville — Lora Albright
- Georgia On My Mind — Ray Charles
- Summertime — Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
- Holiday in Spain — Counting Crows
- City Beneath the Sea — Harry Connick, Jr.
- The Girl from Ipanema — Stan Getz & Joao Gilberto with Astrud Gilberto
- Watermelon Weather — Bing Crosby & Peggy Lee
- Peel Me A Grape — Diana Krall
- This Time the Dream’s On Me — Harry Connick, Jr.
- Harbor Lights — Bing Crosby
- Somewhere Over the Rainbow — Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
- What a Wonderful World — Louis Armstrong
- Where the Blue of the Night (Meets the Gold of the Day) — Bing Crosby
I haven’t listened to Def Leppard for a while now and today, what with the energy I’m feeling for the upcoming vacation, I decided to listen to some. So I’m currently blasting the Pyromania and Hysteria albums, and air-drumming in my office when no one is looking.
I got this from jkashlock and didn’t get around to trying it until this afternoon. It is pretty cool, especially how you can control the mood of the music. I really like that.
strausmouse and Linky Lisa (a.k.a. kruppenheimer) will get a kick out of this, if they haven’t already seen it.
I’ve been meaning to blog about this for months and keep forgetting, but I remembered this morning and so here it is. Every morning, I wake up with a song in my head. I don’t know how it gets there, but there it is. I usually don’t notice it until I’m driving to the train station because I find myself humming it in the car as I drive. I find this very interesting, and I thought from time to time, I’d mention the song that I found myself singing in the morning.
This morning it was Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”.
The thing is, it’s not just some mornings. This happens to me every morning. Am I the only one? Are there others out there afflicted by this pernicious disorder?
I’ve been seeking the perfect theme song for the upcoming summer vacation in Europe. This evening, I have finally settled on one, which seems perfect to me: “Come Sail Away” by Styx. Aside from the sailing motifs, it seems like a great getaway song. I can picture myself listening to the song on my iPod as the ship disembarks from Venice, Italy, 89 days from now.
I’m getting ready to do a bunch of house cleaning and wanted some new music to listen to while I attend to these chores. So I purchased my second and third Pearl Jam albums today, Vs. and Vitalogy. I figure I’ll listen to all three of the first albums while cleaning house.
I’ve mentioned my autobiography playlist numerous times, and I said yesterday that I’d have more to say about the playlist soon. This post represents the first of a series in which I will give a brief overview of the first 35 years of my life as told through the songs that remind me of events in those years.
So what exactly is this playlist? As it currently stands, it is a list of 193 songs, totaling nearly 15 hours of music. I have a very specific memory for where I first heard a song, or an event or feeling a song reminds me of. It is a weird, almost emotional attachment to the song that when I hear it, I’m instantly transported back in time. Because of this, the songs that are on the list are there because of an emotional attachment, not necessarily because I like the songs. In most cases, I do like the songs, but in some cases, I have some ridiculous songs that I don’t really like, but which invoke powerful memories in me.
Keep in mind that in the very early years, I had no control over the music I listened to. I wasn’t until I was about 8 or 9 years old that I had my own radio and tape player and could listen to what I want. That means that the music I listened to in the first 8 or 9 years of my life was completely dependent on my parents.
With those caveats in mind, here is part one of my autobiography in song, which covers the early and middle 1970s.
The early-middle 1970s
Over the weekend, I watched R.E.M.’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which I missed when it originally happened a week ago. Eddie Vedder inducted them and gave a great talk about the band, and then R.E.M. came out, with Bill Berry on drums, and played four songs, which were awesome.
It put me into an R.E.M. mood and yesterday, I began listening to all of my R.E.M. in chronological order. I have just about everything that they have done, 178 tracks according to my iPod, and I am through 69 of them (“Strange”, on Document). I plan on continuing the R.E.M. marathon through the day today and see how far I can get.