• Now that I have the sense not to, I can run for president.
  • I'm mo longer lumped in with that highly-sought-after 18- to 34-year-old male demographic.
  • No. 1 song when I turned 18, almost half a life ago? In the U.S., "Good Thing" by the Fine Young Cannibals; in the UK,
    "Back To Life (How Ever Do
    You Want Me)" by Soul II
    Soul featuring Caron
  • No. 1 songs today? Hot 100: "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland; Hot Latin: Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" featuring Wyclef; Hot R&B/Hip-Hop: Yung Joc's "It's Goin' Down"; Hot Ringtones: Koji Kondo's "Super Mario Brothers Theme"; Hot Country: Kenny Chesney's "Summertime"; Adult Contemporary: Daniel Powter's "Bad Day"; Modern Rock and Mainstream Rock: Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Dani California" (I've only heard three of these seven songs. I must be getting old or something.)

The soundtrack to my life

(I wrote this before seeing this Metafilter thread on an 80s-music Youtube archive.)

I posted about this a few years ago. I had some idea about a song from every decade, based on the idea that a cross-section of music would be better than a raw list that would risk running in and out of genre and slopping over any barriers of sense and sentiment I might have erected. I'm pretty sure I settled on something from Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On" was a mortal lock for 1971. I think Bobby Womack's "If You Think You're Lonely Now (Wait Until Tonight)" was a lock. Massive Attack's "Unfinished Sympathy" was probably 1991. If I had to guess right now, I'd say PJ Harvey and Thom Yorke's "The Mess We're In" could stand for 2001.

(Involuntary aside: Jonathan Lethem's James Brown profile in the latest issue of Rolling Stone, the one with Eddie Vedder on the cover. I'm chuckling at the whole thing, but I'm nodding my head at the comparison of the Godfather of Soul with Billy Pilgrim. Picture a visionary unstuck in time, a creative force  who's lived so long that years become nothing more than arbitary delineations of sonic innovation.)

This question of the day could be a lifetime's work, a good long essay for some or a motherfucking novel. A inquiry time-stretched like a jump-up breakbeat, like one of those days at the heart of "Inherit the Wind."

The most embarrassing CD I own…

Most of my CDs are in a storage space about fifteen blocks from our apartment. Several dozen are still in one of those rollable drawer-shelf contraptions in a corner of my room, but I couldn't tell you what was there since it's been so long since I ripped them for MP3age. Now that I drive a car with a CD player, I have to find out what I have all over again. That eases the bummer of not being able to listen to my iPod in the car for right now.

What song makes you happy?

Too many ditties make me go bop. The question implies listening to said song for a while: time-tested, bad-mood-approved. This week's top-of-mind is Terence Blanchard's "Mo' Better Blues," with the O'Jays' "Backstabbers" or Bobby Womack's "If You Think You're Lonely Now (Wait Until Tonight)" as close seconds.

I've also been crushing on the corn-syrupy sweetness of Corinne Bailey Rae's "Put Your Records On."