Okay, so I Write About Music all the Damn Time
But this time it’s the Pug’s fault. She tagged me weeks ago … I just remembered it … and all my post ideas are midstream at the moment. And what’s the use of having an obsession if you can’t obsess?
Meme: List seven songs you’re into right now ... no matter what they are. BUT they must be songs you’re presently enjoying.
Thanks to the iPod shuffle, there are as many older tunes as newer ones.
R.E.M.: Radio Free Europe
I can’t get enough of it right now; I must listen to it three or four times a day. Maybe it’s the birthday and the workload … but my brain needs to escape to 1983 whenever it can these days.
Ted Leo & The Pharmacists: The Toro and The Toreador
I stop whatever I’m doing when shuffle queues up this one. It’s unlike much of Ted’s work. It’s beautiful, in its own way.
Wilco: Pot Kettle Black
I’m on a mega-Wilco kick these days. We saw Tweedy back in January. Scrivener got our advance tix for the June show. Sky Blue Sky is … um … going to be great, I hear. And I need to dance in my chair as much as possible to survive the workday. You should be on a Wilco kick, too.
Regina Spektor: Fidelity
I finally downloaded the album thanks to an iPod gift card. I love singing along when she stretches and bounces “heart.” Brilliant album; glad she’s finally getting some recognition.
Pete Yorn: Splendid Isolation
It’s on his new album, but he recorded it a few years ago for the Warren Zevon tribute album Enjoy Every Sandwich. Pete does a pretty good job … but Zevon’s is much better, natch.
Amy Winehouse: Rehab
Damn, her voice blows me away … all the way to the early 1960s soul days.
XTC: Stupidly Happy
Yeah, it’s old … but a really cute boy put it on a mix CD he made me. I love mix CDs. And really cute boys.
And now I tag:
Passion of the Dale: He’ll surprise me.
Tanya Espanya: Lullabies?
Tumuli: He loves “Rehab,” too.
Lulu: We need some punk on this page.
Some Guy’s Blog: Love songs?
Katbox: Hitchcock-centric, maybe?
Coaster Punchman: Because love means never having to say you’re sorry.
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