“day 16 – a song that you used to love but now hate.”
Well that’s easy. On the bus to and from 7th grade, during the age of the Walkman, this was the time for illicit rocking out during the school day. At the time, I really didn’t have any cassettes of my own, didn’t have my own radio, nothing. So when I got my first listen to Metallica’s black album, I was automatically transformed. At that time, musically, I was a piece of putty. Whatever you put into my ears, I was probably going to like. And Metallica got to me first.
But I absolutely cannot listen to the black album anymore, for several reasons. First and foremost, is the merciless over-playing I committed on myself. For a solid year, I listened to nothing, absolutely nothing, but this album on cassette. Nothing else. I don’t care if I never hear it again at this point.
Second, after hearing their other albums (Ride the Lightning, And Justice for All, Master of Puppets) why would I waste my time on this album anymore? They had way better stuff than this. Let it be consigned to the ash-heap of memory where it belongs.
What happened to #16? WordPress deleted it and my draft, and I’m not rewriting it, so we’re gonna move on. Fuck you very much, WP. But I digress.
“day 17 – a song that you hear often on the radio.”
I recently took a road trip to Nashville, and had a great time there. In deference to my lady’s wishes, and in the spirit of embracing the musical genre that is so tied to Nashville, I rocked the country radio stations all the way to Tennessee and back. Country really hasn’t been my thing, usually. There’s lots of good stuff out there, no doubt, but a lot of it gets swallowed up by the poppy, the jingo, the brainless, and the irritating. Only occasionally did we find stations that embraced the long history of country western, and I relished it when we did. In the meantime, I got a full dose of modern pop country for five days.
The thing about country is, I love the aesthetics that it brings out for me. I picture wide open spaces, dusty neon-lit bars, lakes and rivers and mountains. I hear lots of songs about friends, family, drinkin’ and having fun, enjoying life. That’s what I’m all about. So I should like the music more, and as I keep listening to it, I just might.
But not all of it. One song that stuck out to me was the below one. I find it annoying, and only more so through repetition. I still hear it a lot back home. I find myself changing up the lyrics to make it more laughable, especially considering the refrain: “I (x) (x) with the farmer’s daughter.” The possibilities are endless, believe me.
Yeah, I’ve been slacking lately, I know. It was my birthday, but now it’s not, so I should be back to posting on the semi-regular. I’m not going to flood you, mythical reader, with a ton of content to catch up to the thirty days. Don’t want anything lost in the shuffle. So let’s just take it as we come, and go from here, with that distance behind us. OK. Now then.
“day 15 – a song that describes you.”
African Dope is a pretty, uh, dope record label out of Cape Town, South Africa. Lots of pretty compelling hip-hop and electronica coming out of them, and some pretty cutting-edge design and promotional ideas. I think they really get it on how to survive and thrive in this new post-modern, mass-culture, niche-market world.
I heard this song sometime back in 2006 or 2007, living in Missouri, a long way from Cape Town. It spoke to me on a few levels. For a long time, I’ve been wrestling with ways to turn my myriad ideas, concepts, and designs into something tangible that I can share with people. It’s not out of some ego-driven desire for fame and fortune (but that’s a post for another day). I don’t give a shit about that. I just want to make things. I want to take my thoughts and make them into something else, be it a drawing, painting, story or movie. And that is what I think separates the creators from the consumers- they can turn something ephemeral into something that reaches other people. They have the ideas, sure, but we all have ideas; they also have the self-discipline to rearrange their life to pursue their goals. To me, this song is about getting your shit together and making it happen. And when it pops up on random play, I get all sorts of pumped up.
Maybe I need to take it off random play and make it my alarm clock, or something. Anyhow, enjoy.
“day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love.”
I’m not sure what people expect from me anymore; my tastes and preferences have changed so much over the years, even I find it a little bit schizophrenic. But if I had to make a guess, it’d be how much I like this song, a Kylie Minogue song by way of Kid606 remix.
“day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure.”
I don’t care how awful this song is. I don’t care that it’s performed by two of the biggest slack-jawed yokels to ever have a nationwide podium, or that it’s perhaps the purest symbol of the cultural and educational decay that you can find in music today. I don’t care about any of these things, because this song and video makes me laugh every single time. Despite everything, it’s earnestness is refreshing. It’s not like you can say Insane Clown Posse has ever engaged in self-censorship, but this is so far out from their usual murderous, degenerate body of work, that I have to salute them for rolling the dice on this.
That said… ‘fucking magnets.’ Hahhaahaha what a bunch of tools
“day 12 – a song from a band you hate.”
I didn’t used to hate AFI- I loved their old stuff, namely the ‘Very Proud Of Ya’ album that (once again) Adam introduced to me. But from that southern California mid-90s punk sound, they degenerated into that mid-00s emo-punk shitstorm that claimed so, so many. They went commercial. But was this more a function of me being the age I was? Were they already commercial from the get-go, and updated their sound for maximum profit, and I attached some erroneous label of artistic integrity that never should have been there? Possible. But the hell with ’em anyway. At least I got two good albums out of them.
“day 11 – a song from your favorite band.”
Faith No More, no question. Enjoy.
“day 10 – a song that makes you fall asleep.”
I don’t know, this is kind of a wack prompt. If certain music puts me to sleep, I probably won’t listen to it. I mean, if I’m taking a nap or something, I’ll probably put on late-90s trance music as a sleep aid- works every time. So I’m going to interpret this as a relaxing song, in which case, here’s a great track. Enjoy.
“day 09 – a song that you can dance to.”
Sure, there’s a story to this. After a long night of blow-my-skull-off’s and beers, anyone can dance. And I certainly did at the sports bar that one night, dragging my lady up there with me, while Paul romanced the waitress. Now that was a fun night.
“day 08 – a song that you know all the words to.”
Easily, that would have to be Clutch, and it could be any number of songs from ‘Elephant Riders’ or ‘Pure Rock Fury,’ the albums I know and love best. They are also the only band I’ve seen three times in three different towns, and every time, they’ve brought their A game and been a great show.
Yeah, I know all the words to ‘The Soapmakers.’ No one writes lyrics like Neil Fallon, and you can’t help but learn them as you listen, they are so entertaining and unique and frankly weird. Usually I don’t listen to the lyrics are separate from the music, but Clutch is an exception. And this version in particular is noteworthy, as I was actually at this show with Adam, on a kickass Christmas present from my sister. I still remember it! Thanks!