2014 is going to be my year, not of living dangerously, but musically.
I have a fair amount of music. Granted, much of it comes from soundtracks. I can’t seem to help myself. Perhaps it’s my way of reliving the movie, or as I used to do as a child, scripting my life and having my very own soundrack. Whatever the reason, I’m staring down 2336 songs, and that’s just what I allow on the iPod. There are perhaps another 1000 that don’t see the light of day except between October and December because they’re holiday songs . . . or Il Divo.
Of that 2336, I listen to about 100 regularly. A glance at my “recently played” and “most played” reads like a funeral gone majestic. With some calls for revolution thrown in for kicks.
So, here’s my challenge to myself (something similar to a New Years Resolution, but fun): queue the iPod to “all songs,” shuffled, on the way into work. That averages about 9 songs, which is great, given how many work days are left in the year. Admittedly, that is an imperfect calculation because I suck at math, but you get the idea. Each Friday, I’m going to feature the song of the week, one song of the many that I’ve rediscovered or has given something resembling meaning to my day.
I’m only doing this on the way in to work, mind. The day always starts out so hopeful, but on the way home there are going to be days I just want to listen to Florence + The Machine or Misty Mountains on repeat, challenge be damned.
This week’s favorites:
Oh, What a World, Rufus Wainwright – I forgot how much I enjoyed this song, and Rufus, and this song.
Craic was 90 on the Isle of Man, Christy Moore – I didn’t even know I had this song until it came on this morning.
The Pitch, Moulin Rouge – Because Jim Broadbent makes me smile.
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life, Monty Python – Because at 6:15 in the morning, scraping the car in -4 temperatures, hearing crazy Brits sing is probably the best thing to get you through the day.
Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar), The Doors – I loved it long before I heard it in At World’s End, but now that association make it even more fun.
And the winner:
Oh, What a World, Rufus Wainwright
In other News
D: So, I get no say in this year of living musically?
D: Not even—
D: Sheesh, tough crowd this morning.
A: Crowd? It’s just you and me, D.
D: And the guys in your head bantering about the non-sparkly vampires, per Papi’s Prompt.
A: (Coming to a Dialogue blog near you on Saturday) . . . that still doesn’t count. Anyway . . .
D: Don’t look at me like that, woman. I’m not going to interrupt again. Now who’s slowing down the show?
A: Right. So, the wonderful Helena Hann-Basquiat, and her wicked alter-ego, Jessica B. Bell have some fantastic news: The Best Medicine and Three Cigarettes are now available on Amazon for .99 each. Check them out, buy them, devour them, review them.
A: Indeed, Congratulations, Pamela – the book looks beautiful, and I know your poetry is lovely. Elsewhere, Green has an incredibly funny post on the joys (or is that dangers?) of being a singleton on the internet. How he deals with them is hilarious.
D: How do you deal with that kind of thing?
A: I don’t – I have yet to be accosted by fake people on the interwebs.
D: That’s just sad.
A: Right? Instead I’m accosted by fake people in my head.
D: Wow, that’s rough. . . hey, wait–
A: And on that note, I hope everyone has a fantastic day! Happy Friday!