My musical tastes tend to be fairly firmly planted in the alternative, although I like a bit of everything. The ushering in of the new year usually sees me buying a bunch of music and the inauguration of 2008 was no different.
The past couple of weeks saw me purchasing Cd's by The Ramones and Blondie (I can't believe I didn't have any in my catalog before now), The Magic Numbers, Spoon, The "Shrek The Third" soundtrack (which has tracks from Eels and a wicked version of Fergie sounding very Ann Wilson-like on Heart's "Barracuda"), The Thrills, The Kooks, Daft Punk, Bloc Party, Flaming Lips, KT Tunstall, and Kaiser Chiefs. I also received a couple of mix discs for Christmas, which I love. Good, better, best! I'm like a kid in a candy store - I don't know what to listen to next.
Yet none of this great, awesome, thrilling music is stuck in my head. No, my brain is currently playing a remix of Alice Cooper's "School's Out" and The Beastie Boys' "Sabotage".
I have no one to blame but myself.
It all started while I was at Wal-Mart and saw a display for $5 Cd's. I picked up an "Alice Cooper's Greatest Hits" compilation and thought, "'School's Out' and 'No More Mr. Nice Guy' aren't too bad and he seems like a pretty cool person, at least he was on 'The Muppet Show'." So I bought it. And for some bizarre reason I bought a lyrically sanitized Beastie Boys compilation on half.com. When I first heard the Beastie Boys 20 years ago, I thought they were crap. And when a dear friend of mine put one of their songs on a mix tape, I wondered what drugs he was on. Now, I own AND LIKE a Beastie Boys CD. My son and I drive around in my beige mini-van bobbing our heads in time with "Intergalactic", "Money Maker" and the previously mentioned "Sabotage." What's more frightening is that I think I know all the lyrics.
That's all well and good but I wish these songs would get the hell out of my brain. I pray to God this ear worm isn't here as long as my beloved Guadalcanal Diary's "Always Saturday" (13 years!).
The past couple of weeks saw me purchasing Cd's by The Ramones and Blondie (I can't believe I didn't have any in my catalog before now), The Magic Numbers, Spoon, The "Shrek The Third" soundtrack (which has tracks from Eels and a wicked version of Fergie sounding very Ann Wilson-like on Heart's "Barracuda"), The Thrills, The Kooks, Daft Punk, Bloc Party, Flaming Lips, KT Tunstall, and Kaiser Chiefs. I also received a couple of mix discs for Christmas, which I love. Good, better, best! I'm like a kid in a candy store - I don't know what to listen to next.
Yet none of this great, awesome, thrilling music is stuck in my head. No, my brain is currently playing a remix of Alice Cooper's "School's Out" and The Beastie Boys' "Sabotage".
I have no one to blame but myself.
It all started while I was at Wal-Mart and saw a display for $5 Cd's. I picked up an "Alice Cooper's Greatest Hits" compilation and thought, "'School's Out' and 'No More Mr. Nice Guy' aren't too bad and he seems like a pretty cool person, at least he was on 'The Muppet Show'." So I bought it. And for some bizarre reason I bought a lyrically sanitized Beastie Boys compilation on half.com. When I first heard the Beastie Boys 20 years ago, I thought they were crap. And when a dear friend of mine put one of their songs on a mix tape, I wondered what drugs he was on. Now, I own AND LIKE a Beastie Boys CD. My son and I drive around in my beige mini-van bobbing our heads in time with "Intergalactic", "Money Maker" and the previously mentioned "Sabotage." What's more frightening is that I think I know all the lyrics.
That's all well and good but I wish these songs would get the hell out of my brain. I pray to God this ear worm isn't here as long as my beloved Guadalcanal Diary's "Always Saturday" (13 years!).
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Ever been to Parasol Records in Urbana?
Now there's a musical shopping experience. It's a warehouse, and it's messy, but the people there know the most about music in this burg, hands down.
Full disclosure: I used to work there 10 years ago AND I'm married to one of the guys who runs the labels. Music was my life for many years, though, and I can tell you objectively that these guys don't kid around.
(They can also special-order anything yr heart desires! Any ear worm you can dream up!)
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