A few weeks ago, I responded to a Twitter message from one of my contacts, which read something like, "Bloggers: I couldn't care less what is playing on your iPod," with a rousing, "Hear, hear!" or something similarly signifying my strong agreement with this sentiment. Because, frankly, even from bloggers I LOVE, when I would see one of those lists of what's currently on the Shuffle, or a "now playing" box, my eyes would glaze over and my brain would melt a little, and I'd be off to the next thing as quickly as humanly possible, because reading about what music other people are listening to? IS BORING. At least it is since I have become old and crotchety. Maybe if I renewed my subscription to Rolling Stone, I'd get hipper? Doubtful.
Even after I HAD my own iPod (and I'm pretty sure I was one of the last dozen or so people on the planet to get one), I was still kind of an iPod snob, which pretty much means that I didn't know how to use the thing. This is similar to when I will seem to proudly state that all of my pictures are "straight out of the camera," as if I'm some sort of photographic purist, when the truth of the matter is that I have no post-processing skills, nor any "photo-shopping" software. So for the last year, I haven't used the ol' iPod much, partly because I couldn't figure out how to organize the music I'd put on it into categories, so if I wanted to listen to it, I might be hearing a progression of Bjork, Cake, Vivaldi, Credence Clearwater Revival, and Daddy Yankee, and wind up feeling schizophrenic afterward. I finally got around to at least ordering things in various folders: Classical/instrumental, Classical-vocal/operatic, Happy Nostalgia, Blues/Soul, Hip-Hop/R&B, Alt/Punkish, etc. Sting and Ray Charles each have their very own folder. What?
You can see where this is going, can't you? Yeah, that's right. I'm about to discuss WHAT'S ON MY iPOD. Heaven help me. But there's a reason. I'm going to try walking every day, and it would be nice not to be bored out of my mind, whether it's on the treadmill or outside. So, first, have a good laugh at the stuff that is currently in my folder of "walking around music," and then, based on my bizarro and...well, let's just call it "eclectic" tastes, give me one or more of your "walking around" songs. Let's begin the mockery, in no particular order:
"Goody Two Shoes," by Adam Ant. 1982. Really popular right around the same time this was happening. I will never, ever stop loving this song. I don't drink, don't smoke...what DO I do? Must be somethin' inside.
"Don't Stay Home," "All Mixed Up," and "Down," all by 311. 1995. That's right, I've never so much as gotten a contact high, and I like THREE ELEVEN. Wanna fight about it? My first exposure to ska bands. LOVE. Which = happy.
"We're Going To Be Friends," by The White Stripes. 2002. I think the rest of the world was introduced to this song in the movie "Napoleon Dynamite." Not me--I first heard it on XMKids radio, and when they played it in the movie, I felt all cool because I knew that song already. FROM XMKIDS. Don't weep for me yet. It gets worse.
"Blister in the Sun," and "Gone Daddy Gone," by Violent Femmes. 1982. These songs, as all the songs in the "walking around" category, just make me happy. That seems wrong, I know, but there it is.
"Yeah!" by Usher, featuring Lil' John and Ludacris. 2004. I defy you not to walk a little more briskly when this is on.
"Apache," by The Sugarhill Gang, 1982. Seriously. Come ON. Also, "Rapper's Delight," 1979. But the "Showdown" version featuring Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five. I can be equally appeased by Chic's "Good Times," since the hook is really what I'm after here.
"Break It Off," by Rihanna and Sean Paul. 2006. Again, I DEFY YOU.
"Pon de Replay," also by Rihanna. 2005. WHAT?
"We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful," by Morrissey. 1992. Also pretty decent, the 2005 cover by Reel Big Fish. Another hateful ska-punk song that makes me smile.
"Blitzkrieg Bop," 1975, and "I Wanna Be Sedated," 1978, by The Ramones.
"Come Baby Come," by K7. 1993. Drawback--makes you want to skip a little.
"Funkier Than A Mosquita's Tweeter," by Ike & Tina Turner. 1971. I'm hoping this was from before he started smacking her around. My mom let me play this song, on her 8-track, over and over and over, along with both the Ike & Tina and CCR versions of "Proud Mary."
"Doo Wop (That Thing)," by Lauryn Hill. 1998. No, this one never gets old. Ever.
"Lust For Life," by Iggy Pop. 1977. Timeless. Although now it's hard to hear it and NOT think of Ewan McGregor.
"1234," by Feist. 2007. Wow. One actual song from THIS YEAR. Fetch the smelling salts.
"Lookin' Out My Back Door," by Creedence Clearwater Revival. 1976. HAPPYHAPPYHAPPY. Thanks, Mom.
"Ain't No Other Man," by Christina Aguilera. 2006. Stop laughing.
"We Run This," by Missy Elliott. 2005. Because apparently "Apache" JUST WASN'T ENOUGH.
"Run It," by Chris Brown, 2005, and "Kiss Kiss," by Chris Brown featuring T-Pain. 2007. Hey, another one from the same year in which we are currently living!
"Pump It," 2005, and "Let's Get It Started," 2004, by Black Eyed Peas. The latter is the song that Bella claims as her "favorite song ever in the world." Even before she could talk, she would yell out "HA!" right on cue during the chorus.
"I Kissed A Girl," by Jill Solbule. 1995. Isanely happy, bouncy, catchy song about...well, just what it sounds like. I LOVE THIS SONG. Favorite lyric: "Dumb as box of hammers, but what a handsome guy."
"Mama Told Me Not To Come," by Three Dog Night. 1971. My childhood was HAPPY, folks, and a good part of that has to do with my mom and our music.
"I Got It From My Mama," by will.i.am. 2007. This one's all about Bella, thanks to my sister teaching her every word. My daughter now insists that I sing the "Where'd you get that body" part of the chorus, so that she can really ham up the "I GOT IT FROM MY MAMA!" response. So, of course, it makes for a jaunty walking-around song for me.
Finally, two cuts from the Spanish-language album, "Vuelve:" "Por Arriba, Por Abajo," and "La Copa de la Vida," by Ricky Martin. 1998. You heard me, RICKY MARTIN. This was after Menudo, but before the bon-bon shaking days. All I can say in my defense here is, don't knock it until you try it.
So. What are the essential cuts that increase the chance you'll move around and keep moving? The more embarrassing, the better.
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