In which we plumb the depths of the unconcious using the divination tool of the first 5 random songs on the Ipod. Behold the Mystery!
1. Imogen Heep - Sweet Religion
Discovered this little chantuse on tour. Very English sounding, lots of looped vocals and overdubs over electronic beats. The song she did for Chronic(what?)cles of Narnia ('Can't Take it In') makes me cry. Like a less shrill Kate Bush, but way more beautiful than that description makes it sound.
2. Queen - You're my Best Friend
Off "The Game". A genuinely sweet song, but I'm not sure if this was during the phase when he was lining boys up outside his dressing room after his show for orgies. I wonder how his partner felt about that...? Not to cast aspersions on his character, but I wonder at his sincerity...
3. My Vien Ilin - Ted Leo & the Pharmacists
A very repetitive song - the lyrics rock, though: "And when I was 17/I declared myself a DMZ/but they continued bombing me/hot and steadily". and then it freaks out about midway through and gets super heavy. Ted Leo makes me feel better when days go shitty. Hope, spitfire, music to make me want to keep on fighting. He's a rockstar in my world.
4. Roll to Me - Del Amitri
"Look around your world pretty baby/is it everything you'd hope it'd be/the wrong guy, the wrong situation/the right time to roll to me." A perfect gem of late 90's pop. Would be perfect on a "Friends" soundtrack (and I think they were), but that's not really an insult. Jangly guitars, tighttight harmonies, under three minutes. Just the right thing to put a smile on my face.
5. Hey Julie - Fountains of Wayne
It's like the music gods took pity on me today. I needed good, sweet, uplifting music, and three songs that make me feel better, right in a row. "Hours on the phone making pointless calls/I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all/sometimes I catch myself staring into space/counting down the hours till I get to see your face." I don't have a fucking desk job, and frankly, that's enough to make me feel like the hours of pounding the pavement, getting rejected, humiliating myself at dance calls (for REAL, that sucks), it's all worth it. I don't go to an office every morning. HAH! Fucking right on!!!!!