I have an old friend from high school who dated a guy in a band shortly after we graduated college. He and his band-mates graduated a few years ahead of us in high school, and by the time we finished college they were still in the same band, still passionate about music, and still trying to make it. (They never made it.)
One night we were all getting to know each other after one of their “awesome sets” at the local brewery. As it is with people who live, breathe, and die music, the bass player, a guy who bore a remarkable resemblance to Ric Ocasek, asked me to name my favorite type of music. Now, I like music as much as the next person. In fact, I took piano lessons for well over ten years and can still play some pieces from memory. That said, in no way am I passionate about music. I don’t spend hours on itunes hunting for the next great band and my ipod isn’t bursting with obscure music or indie acoustic recordings made in the back of a refurbished school bus. That’s my youngest brother, Paul. Me? My taste runs downright ordinary. In other words, I like a little bit of everything. So, that’s what I said.
“I like a little bit of everything.”
This type of blithe answer really bothers music people.
“Really? You like everything?” Please try to imagine his fist-sized Adam’s apple furiously working its way up and down his throat.
“Yup. I like a little bit of everything.”
“Well, do you like Didgeridoo instrumental?”
A snicker from the guy my friend liked. The so called “lead singer.”
“Do you like to rock out to the Polka? How about a hardcore Gregarian chants? Do you like those, too?” He continued naming random music, affronted I would answer such an important, life defining question with such a poorly thought out answer. For shame!
I learned to never again be so vague when confronted by a music person. I know now that I need to define as accurately as possible my taste in music. So, when the following question popped up in my formspring account, I knew exactly how to answer.
What kind of music do you like? What song(s) will you never get tired of?
Let’s start with the first question. I like anything that is commercial or pedestrian, preferably both. In fact, I’ve written about my abysmal taste in music before. Click this link at your own risk.
The second question is a bit harder. Since I rarely update my ipod or buy music, I can almost say I don’t get tired of any of the songs on my ipod because they are the same ones I have been listening to for years. But, I’m going to try. Be prepared to be astounded by the whackadoo variety in genres.
I should probably start off by saying that I rarely like a song because of the beat. The lyrics are almost always what draw me in first. The exception to this rule is Ignition Remix by R. Kelly. Because, really, the only way to objectify women is with a good beat.
For almost the entire year that I was writing the posts for The Bright Side Project (did you hear the news?) I listened to one song on repeat. I do that. I try to find a song that is similar to the mood I have to be in to write in a particular style. For some reason, Good Arms v. Bad Arms by Frightened Rabbit is what I like to listen to when I am writing short, press-related content.
Speaking of bright sides, Mikey, Nicholas, The Mister, and I all love Mr. Brightside by The Killers.
That’s as Close as I’ll Get to Loving You by Aaron Tippin is one of those songs I may have liked but not loved had the lyrics not unfolded so well. (My favorite songs are always those that I can picture in my mind like a movie reel.) It’s a song about unrequited love, so nothing new there, but I love the lyric “I may never reach across your body and kill the light while you’re asleep.” It’s intimate without once mentioning genitalia. How about that, Hip-Hop?
I’m not the only one who likes the lyrics to this song. If you look at the career bios of the song writers, this song is always mentioned. (I’m a nerd, so I researched the writers to see what other songs they had to their credit.) My only quibble is with the video, which is early 90s-awful. It was bad when it came out, so you can imagine how it appears almost 15 years later. Mercy. If I could find a way to embed just the music I would because I think the video takes well written/performed lyrics and turns it into an episode of late night T.V. Also, nice glasses, dude.
If there was ever a song that defined my personality and everything my long suffering husband has to put up with, The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw would be it. Minus the western hat, wife-beater tank top, and testicles, of course. I’ll never stop loving this song because it reminds me of The Mister and how lucky I am. (When he isn’t getting on my nerves.)
Whew! That took a while. Care to share what songs you will never tire of?