Ice Cube: He conjures all types of positive childhood memories, especially car rides to soccer practice. I like him as an actor as well.
Iggy Pop: His music is always a bit marred by the image of him without a shirt on. Honestly, does this dude own a shirt? He prolly has three is my guess.
The Ike Reilly Assassination
Incubus: I have way too much of this band. Working my way through the album Fungus Amongus at work was particularly painful. They got better as a band after that album, but it's tough to take four albums in a row. I'll delete Fungus Amongus fo sho.
India.Arie: My wife loves her so I think of my wife whenever I hear her, and that's a good thing.
Indigo Girls: See directly above.
Ingrid Michaelson: Before ever seeing the Old Navy commercial featuring her hit track, a friend told me about it. I still haven't seen the commercial as far as I can recall, but I find myself imagining what it looked like when I hear her.
Ini Kamoze: "Hot Stepper?" More like, "Hot tracker...er"
Inner Circle: Cruise ships and exotic destinations. I've heard them played at both and I find this stereotypical but figure there's a reason for it.
Insane Clown Posse: Terrible. But so terrible that it's pretty funny. My boy Mike was deep into them back in the day and I'll never forget the time I was in my car driving through a see of deranged clowns [one of their concerts had just gotten out].
Interpol: I like them more every time I listen to them. I wonder if there's a peak or if the trend will continue.
INXS: You haven't experienced the band until you meet an Australian aged 37 or above and asked him or her about them. Now that's love. Michael Hutchence was a sad, sad loss... not to mention totally messed up.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Harold Faltermeyer to Howie Day
There is definitely an "H" shortage on my ipod, at least based on the itunes default alphabetizing.
Harold Faltermeyer: Beverly Hills Cop, Fletch, Top Gun... this guy pretty much dominates the synthesizer world. He's still active and maintains his own website, which is worth scoping for laughs: http://www.haroldfaltermeyer.net/
Hello Dave: I like these guys a great deal even with their countrified influences.
Herman Dune: At my buddy's bachelor party, I was introduced to this band. They're great. I listened to them heavily during the summer that I studied for the Bar Exam. I passed the Bar, so I can safely recommend studying to these cats.
The Hives
The Hold Steady: These guys have been getting a lot of burn in the press so I picked up their first album. Generally, I prefer starting with a band's first album so you can experience the growth and transformation. In this case, I hope there was significant growth and transformation.
Hot Boys: More dorm parties.
House of Pain: When they first came on, I was a bit bummed because I quickly realized that I had put the entire album on the pod and I really wasn't in the mood for cooking to them. Yet, I persevered and ended up jumping all over my kitchen. The food was good too.
Howie Day: It seems to me that there is no short supply of artists fitting this general description and each of those artists has an incredibly devout following of girls aged 17-30. Although I fall into the proper age range, my gender is off... maybe that's why I am just medium about it all.
Harold Faltermeyer: Beverly Hills Cop, Fletch, Top Gun... this guy pretty much dominates the synthesizer world. He's still active and maintains his own website, which is worth scoping for laughs: http://www.haroldfaltermeyer.net/
Hello Dave: I like these guys a great deal even with their countrified influences.
Herman Dune: At my buddy's bachelor party, I was introduced to this band. They're great. I listened to them heavily during the summer that I studied for the Bar Exam. I passed the Bar, so I can safely recommend studying to these cats.
The Hives
The Hold Steady: These guys have been getting a lot of burn in the press so I picked up their first album. Generally, I prefer starting with a band's first album so you can experience the growth and transformation. In this case, I hope there was significant growth and transformation.
Hot Boys: More dorm parties.
House of Pain: When they first came on, I was a bit bummed because I quickly realized that I had put the entire album on the pod and I really wasn't in the mood for cooking to them. Yet, I persevered and ended up jumping all over my kitchen. The food was good too.
Howie Day: It seems to me that there is no short supply of artists fitting this general description and each of those artists has an incredibly devout following of girls aged 17-30. Although I fall into the proper age range, my gender is off... maybe that's why I am just medium about it all.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Gang Starr to Guster
Gang Starr
Garbage
Garth Brooks: I bought his double live cd solely because I was interested in diversifying my collection. At that time, I decided that any self-respecting music fan should at least have one album from each major genre. I did not like country at the time, did not think I would like the album, and currently do not like "modern" country. I will admit, however, that I do enjoy some of his work. That said, what was up with the Chris Gaines thing or whatever fake name he used?
Gavin DeGraw: Back when I was booking bands, I booked him. He is a supremely nice dude.
Genius / GZA: Wu-Tang has always been one of my favorites. At one time, I hoped to possess all solo projects from the 9 members, but I am way behind in that quest.
George Clinton: He plays in Detroit a lot and it's a shame I haven't seen him yet.
George Michael: The details fortunately escape me, but this cat generally prompts thoughts of nasty, inappropriate sexual activity in stanked-out public restrooms. Even so, "faith" is a great song.
Ghetto Boyz: Until a few years ago, hearing these dudes would just trigger their video for "My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me" but now I think of Office Space and fax-machine demolition.
Ghostface Killah: Another Wu-Tang solo artist and one of my favorites.
Ghostland Observatory: I bought some of their stuff without having heard a single track because I read an interview in which they were asked about what it's like to be either loved or hated with no in between. They responded that they preferred emotional responses to their work because they'd rather be either loved or hated than just tolerated. That seemed reasonable to me, so I bought some of their stuff.
Glen Phillips
Gnarls Barkley: Again, I really like Danger Mouse and I love his work on these albums.
Godsmack: The dude's a warlock.
Golden Birds: I love this band. There probably has never been another band that has enjoyed a period with airplay as heavy as these guys... in my world, that is.
Gomez: While in Austin, I scooped up some Gomez because I had read something akin to critical acclaim for them. That critic and I probably won't be making mix tapes for each other anytime soon. I mean, it's ok and some songs are catchy, it's just not something that blows my mind.
Goodie Mob: What is the best chorus ever written? It's this: "who's that peekin' in my window? POOWW... nobody now."
Gorillaz: Decidedly the best music for taking down your Christmas tree. Jim and Sarah were staying with us for the weekend so they got a nice dose while talking about mint plants and eating schwarma.
Grand Funk Railroad
Grandaddy: Visions of robots working with lights on... anyone else?
Grateful Dead: You'd think that everyone would have some amazing memory tied to this band, but I don't. No acid flashbacks, no magic burritos, nothing. I guess I'm boring.
Green Day
Grizzly Bear
The Gufs: "Smile" is to be kept, the rest to be deleted.
Guns 'N Roses: Best commute to work ever. I remember dancing with Kerry in like 7th grade to November Rain. First of all, that's an eternity of a song at that age. Second, it gets really hard to slow dance to near the end.
Guru: I love his voice and his experimentation with jazz, hip-hop fusions.
Guster
Garbage
Garth Brooks: I bought his double live cd solely because I was interested in diversifying my collection. At that time, I decided that any self-respecting music fan should at least have one album from each major genre. I did not like country at the time, did not think I would like the album, and currently do not like "modern" country. I will admit, however, that I do enjoy some of his work. That said, what was up with the Chris Gaines thing or whatever fake name he used?
Gavin DeGraw: Back when I was booking bands, I booked him. He is a supremely nice dude.
Genius / GZA: Wu-Tang has always been one of my favorites. At one time, I hoped to possess all solo projects from the 9 members, but I am way behind in that quest.
George Clinton: He plays in Detroit a lot and it's a shame I haven't seen him yet.
George Michael: The details fortunately escape me, but this cat generally prompts thoughts of nasty, inappropriate sexual activity in stanked-out public restrooms. Even so, "faith" is a great song.
Ghetto Boyz: Until a few years ago, hearing these dudes would just trigger their video for "My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me" but now I think of Office Space and fax-machine demolition.
Ghostface Killah: Another Wu-Tang solo artist and one of my favorites.
Ghostland Observatory: I bought some of their stuff without having heard a single track because I read an interview in which they were asked about what it's like to be either loved or hated with no in between. They responded that they preferred emotional responses to their work because they'd rather be either loved or hated than just tolerated. That seemed reasonable to me, so I bought some of their stuff.
Glen Phillips
Gnarls Barkley: Again, I really like Danger Mouse and I love his work on these albums.
Godsmack: The dude's a warlock.
Golden Birds: I love this band. There probably has never been another band that has enjoyed a period with airplay as heavy as these guys... in my world, that is.
Gomez: While in Austin, I scooped up some Gomez because I had read something akin to critical acclaim for them. That critic and I probably won't be making mix tapes for each other anytime soon. I mean, it's ok and some songs are catchy, it's just not something that blows my mind.
Goodie Mob: What is the best chorus ever written? It's this: "who's that peekin' in my window? POOWW... nobody now."
Gorillaz: Decidedly the best music for taking down your Christmas tree. Jim and Sarah were staying with us for the weekend so they got a nice dose while talking about mint plants and eating schwarma.
Grand Funk Railroad
Grandaddy: Visions of robots working with lights on... anyone else?
Grateful Dead: You'd think that everyone would have some amazing memory tied to this band, but I don't. No acid flashbacks, no magic burritos, nothing. I guess I'm boring.
Green Day
Grizzly Bear
The Gufs: "Smile" is to be kept, the rest to be deleted.
Guns 'N Roses: Best commute to work ever. I remember dancing with Kerry in like 7th grade to November Rain. First of all, that's an eternity of a song at that age. Second, it gets really hard to slow dance to near the end.
Guru: I love his voice and his experimentation with jazz, hip-hop fusions.
Guster
Friday, January 16, 2009
Faith No More to Future Kings of Spain
Faith No More: Bjork's fish flopping around in the music video... everytime.
Fatboy Slim: Shortly after I purchased "You've Come a Long Way Baby" at KMart [yep, edited version], I was listening to it in the car during a monsoon. The connection has stuck as I find myself wishing it were raining whenever that album comes on.
Feist: I adore her.
Filter: The next time you play basketball and someone other than you knocks down a jumper, break out into a hardcore rendition of "Hey Man, Nice Shot" and get up in the person's grill. If possible, videotape the whole thing.
Finger Eleven: For some reason, I like their newest single.
The Flaming Lips: "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robot" is one of my favorite songs. They really escorted me through the work day. I always think of their ambitious project of creating four albums that are meant to be played simultaneously. I don't have these albums, but I really need to try that out.
Flashdance: This was one of the few records I remember from my youth. It makes me happy.
A Flock of Seagulls: I karaoked their classic jam in front of Adele's entire family, and I'm pretty sure that's what won them over. There were hand gestures and interpretive dance. It was better than it sounds.
Flogging Molly: It's pretty weird to write legal documents while listening to this band. It happened to be my birthday, but it felt a lot more like St. Patrick's day. I also think quite a bit of "The Departed" these days.
Foo Fighters: I generally have a tough time getting through entire albums from these guys even though I like them. What does that mean?
Footloose Soundtrack: When I taught high school, I signed on to be a co-director / acting coach for the musical. This was hilarious since I never directed anything significant before and had extremely limited acting experience. I just acted [get it] like I knew what was up and it worked out. I now know every line of the musical version of the movie.
Foreigner
The Foundations
Four Seasons
The Frames: Adele's bro-in-law used to run with these guys back in Ireland. We saw them recently in their current form [from the movie "Once"].
Frank Sinatra: My pops loves the chairman so I know pretty much his entire catalog. As soon as I could speak, I was singing Frank. I used to sport my grandpa's suede hat and cane and belt out "Same Old Saturday Night."
Franz Ferdinand: Before most peeps heard of this band, I got a tip from an agent I knew that they were well on their way to becoming a pretty big deal. I was booking bands for Notre Dame at the time. My operation did not quite have the budget to pull them off at the time [despite being a ridiculous deal], so I encouraged another group to make it happen. They didn't. You decide if that was a good idea.
The Fray
Frou Frou
Fuel
The Fugees
Future Kings of Spain: DELETE
I swear it's coincidence that I often have little to say about the bands at the end of postings.
Fatboy Slim: Shortly after I purchased "You've Come a Long Way Baby" at KMart [yep, edited version], I was listening to it in the car during a monsoon. The connection has stuck as I find myself wishing it were raining whenever that album comes on.
Feist: I adore her.
Filter: The next time you play basketball and someone other than you knocks down a jumper, break out into a hardcore rendition of "Hey Man, Nice Shot" and get up in the person's grill. If possible, videotape the whole thing.
Finger Eleven: For some reason, I like their newest single.
The Flaming Lips: "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robot" is one of my favorite songs. They really escorted me through the work day. I always think of their ambitious project of creating four albums that are meant to be played simultaneously. I don't have these albums, but I really need to try that out.
Flashdance: This was one of the few records I remember from my youth. It makes me happy.
A Flock of Seagulls: I karaoked their classic jam in front of Adele's entire family, and I'm pretty sure that's what won them over. There were hand gestures and interpretive dance. It was better than it sounds.
Flogging Molly: It's pretty weird to write legal documents while listening to this band. It happened to be my birthday, but it felt a lot more like St. Patrick's day. I also think quite a bit of "The Departed" these days.
Foo Fighters: I generally have a tough time getting through entire albums from these guys even though I like them. What does that mean?
Footloose Soundtrack: When I taught high school, I signed on to be a co-director / acting coach for the musical. This was hilarious since I never directed anything significant before and had extremely limited acting experience. I just acted [get it] like I knew what was up and it worked out. I now know every line of the musical version of the movie.
Foreigner
The Foundations
Four Seasons
The Frames: Adele's bro-in-law used to run with these guys back in Ireland. We saw them recently in their current form [from the movie "Once"].
Frank Sinatra: My pops loves the chairman so I know pretty much his entire catalog. As soon as I could speak, I was singing Frank. I used to sport my grandpa's suede hat and cane and belt out "Same Old Saturday Night."
Franz Ferdinand: Before most peeps heard of this band, I got a tip from an agent I knew that they were well on their way to becoming a pretty big deal. I was booking bands for Notre Dame at the time. My operation did not quite have the budget to pull them off at the time [despite being a ridiculous deal], so I encouraged another group to make it happen. They didn't. You decide if that was a good idea.
The Fray
Frou Frou
Fuel
The Fugees
Future Kings of Spain: DELETE
I swear it's coincidence that I often have little to say about the bands at the end of postings.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Eazy E to Evanescense
Eazy E: Has there ever been a more successful rapper with a stranger voice?
Eddie Money: Fond memories of free concerts at Pine Knob. He used to open their season pretty much every year and a bunch of us would go pretty much solely for the encore [2 tickets to paradise and take me home tonight].
Elana James: Great music but occasionally painful lyrics. I have to return the cd to my friend Jeff.
Elbow: I had just scooped their album shortly before this initiative so I hadn't really had much of a chance to listen to it. I dug it as I listened while organizing our storage room.
Eli Young Band
Elliott Smith: Finally, I caught a really bad match. I went running and he was on the ipod. From a pace perspective, it was obviously undesirable. But I spent most of the run crying and rending my garments so I was sufficiently distracted and before I knew it, the run was over. I've always loved the dichotomy between his truly beautiful voice and the painful lyrics. His death was a great loss.
EMF: My sister had this cassette and I remember reading the liner notes to get all the words down for "unbelievable." I still can't believe that they masked the f bomb in that track. Seriously, check out the lyrics... very surprising.
Eminem: I far prefer his early stuff when he was an offensive goofball. Now he's angry and less clever.
Enya: "Book of Days," that's all. It pretty much raises the spirit.
EPMD: This will never get old.
Erasure: I recall rigging up my sister's 1980s boombox, which looked like something out of a Run DMC video, to an extension cord and wiring it all around the outside of our house. We listened to these cats while performing standard chores such as weeding and trimming bushes.
Erykah Badu
Etta James: who here, by a show of hands, doesn't think of weddings and more specifically, first dances?
Europe: As soon as the synthesizer makes the speakers dance, I think of the Bad Boys era for the Detroit Pistons. They still play the "Final Countdown," but I will always associate it with the 1989-1990 team. It has become so ingrained in me, that it actually creates a massive adrenaline rush. I used this to my advantage and listened to it before every law-school final.
Evanescence: Just that one song. Very guilty pleasure.
Eddie Money: Fond memories of free concerts at Pine Knob. He used to open their season pretty much every year and a bunch of us would go pretty much solely for the encore [2 tickets to paradise and take me home tonight].
Elana James: Great music but occasionally painful lyrics. I have to return the cd to my friend Jeff.
Elbow: I had just scooped their album shortly before this initiative so I hadn't really had much of a chance to listen to it. I dug it as I listened while organizing our storage room.
Eli Young Band
Elliott Smith: Finally, I caught a really bad match. I went running and he was on the ipod. From a pace perspective, it was obviously undesirable. But I spent most of the run crying and rending my garments so I was sufficiently distracted and before I knew it, the run was over. I've always loved the dichotomy between his truly beautiful voice and the painful lyrics. His death was a great loss.
EMF: My sister had this cassette and I remember reading the liner notes to get all the words down for "unbelievable." I still can't believe that they masked the f bomb in that track. Seriously, check out the lyrics... very surprising.
Eminem: I far prefer his early stuff when he was an offensive goofball. Now he's angry and less clever.
Enya: "Book of Days," that's all. It pretty much raises the spirit.
EPMD: This will never get old.
Erasure: I recall rigging up my sister's 1980s boombox, which looked like something out of a Run DMC video, to an extension cord and wiring it all around the outside of our house. We listened to these cats while performing standard chores such as weeding and trimming bushes.
Erykah Badu
Etta James: who here, by a show of hands, doesn't think of weddings and more specifically, first dances?
Europe: As soon as the synthesizer makes the speakers dance, I think of the Bad Boys era for the Detroit Pistons. They still play the "Final Countdown," but I will always associate it with the 1989-1990 team. It has become so ingrained in me, that it actually creates a massive adrenaline rush. I used this to my advantage and listened to it before every law-school final.
Evanescence: Just that one song. Very guilty pleasure.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
D12 to the Dynamites
D12: Detroit love.
Daft Punk: Thursday nights at Heartland. $1 cover, $1 drinks. And always Daft Punk.
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley: I like the guy alright but two albums in a row was a little much.
Damien Rice: A really cool live performer and a current favorite of mine.
The Dandy Warhols: I like this band and their attempts to fuse quasi-metaphysics into rock music.
Danger Doom: When you listen to this, you have to think of Aqua Teen Hunger Force... primarily because every song is pretty much based on that. I heart Danger Mouse in a fairly serious way, so it isn't all that surprising that I dig this stuff.
Danielle Rose: Danielle was one of my classmates at Notre Dame and a truly special woman. Her music is inspired by her Catholic faith and deep in all senses of the word. It was particularly cool to hear her songs focused on the Joyful Mysteries as my wife and I prepare for parenthood. It was thought provoking and touching stuff. I was at work at the time.
Darude: see Daft Punk.
Das EFX: Totally bizarre hip hop. I still dig it, but prefer it in doses, particularly because I have the album that everyone who likes them has, "Dead Serious," plus the lesser known and not as creative "Straight Up Sewaside." The latter album refers to the sewer not the taking of one's own life in case you are interested.
Dashboard Confessional: I like the dude, but this always reverts me to some sort of high school mentality. It might have something to do with lines about "making out" but I'm not sure.
Dave Brubeck
Dave Matthews Band: There is a distinct picture in my head when I hear this band, and the vision is this. I am walking down the hallway of my dorm and I hear Dave Matthews blasting from one of my neighbors' rooms. This was a regular occurrence. This time, however, as I passed by his door and peered in, I saw him sitting at his desk and heard him say, "Gosh Dave, you are awesome." He was talking to the song. I threw up a little bit in my mouth and stopped listening to the band. I shouldn't have called that a vision-- it was reality.
David Allen Coe: Tales of the 'Backer have already been told; this is another staple.
David Bowie: I love him but he always conjures memories of hanging out with the guys at the Logan Center in South Bend. The Center is home to a group of fantastic mentally disabled young men. A group of us were having a pizza party with them when one of the residents looked at my friend and said, "you look just like David Bowie." It was even more hilarious than it sounds.
Dax Riggs
De La Soul: classic stuff.
Dead or Alive
The Dears: pretty average.
Death Cab for Cutie: I got into them after the release of "Plans" and ended up studying law to the album quite a bit. Now I have a Pavlovic dog response to it. I don't actually mind the association considering much of my legal "studying" amounted to listening to music, hanging with friends, and drinking beers. So what if there's a tort or two in there.
The Decemberists: I love this band and that love grew exponentially after seeing them live. Their songs are so vivid and reflective of times none of us have experienced that each listening experience catalyzes the imagination. They also employ one of the stronger vocabularies of any music group out there.
Def Leppard: I have a friend, Sarah, who does a particularly dynamic dance to their most favorite track.
Default: DELETE.
Depeche Mode: Growing up, my oldest sister loved these guys and pretty much wore out the "Violator" cassette. I think a lot of the house I live in until I was 8-years old.
The Detroit Cobras: I bought this in Austin at Waterloo Records, which is one of my favorite places on this earth. They give you a nice '50s feel.
Detroit Red Wings: Yes, I have the song, "Hey, Hey, Hockeytown." We are so dominant and so good that we have a right to have a cheesy song or two.
Digable Planets: What a strange group of rappers, but I like them quite a bit. They came on during my drive to work, and it was a great start to the day.
Digital Underground: No specific memory except for parties, randomly.
Dilated Peoples
Dire Straits
Dixie Chicks: Only two songs here, so don't get excited. Plus, one of the two was put on a mix for me by my wife, and I love it.
DJ Assault: A lot of high-school memories in this cat's catalog.
DMX: Jimmy always barks like him, so there's that.
Domestic Problems
Donavon Frankenreiter: New Years' Eve.
Don Mclean: My parents listen to him a lot.
The Doors: Adele and I were driving to Nappanee to pick up our custom-made rocking chair. I expect that I'll think about that going forward.
Douzi
Dr. Dre
Dublin City Ramblers
Duke Ellington
Dynamite Hack
The Dynamites
Daft Punk: Thursday nights at Heartland. $1 cover, $1 drinks. And always Daft Punk.
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley: I like the guy alright but two albums in a row was a little much.
Damien Rice: A really cool live performer and a current favorite of mine.
The Dandy Warhols: I like this band and their attempts to fuse quasi-metaphysics into rock music.
Danger Doom: When you listen to this, you have to think of Aqua Teen Hunger Force... primarily because every song is pretty much based on that. I heart Danger Mouse in a fairly serious way, so it isn't all that surprising that I dig this stuff.
Danielle Rose: Danielle was one of my classmates at Notre Dame and a truly special woman. Her music is inspired by her Catholic faith and deep in all senses of the word. It was particularly cool to hear her songs focused on the Joyful Mysteries as my wife and I prepare for parenthood. It was thought provoking and touching stuff. I was at work at the time.
Darude: see Daft Punk.
Das EFX: Totally bizarre hip hop. I still dig it, but prefer it in doses, particularly because I have the album that everyone who likes them has, "Dead Serious," plus the lesser known and not as creative "Straight Up Sewaside." The latter album refers to the sewer not the taking of one's own life in case you are interested.
Dashboard Confessional: I like the dude, but this always reverts me to some sort of high school mentality. It might have something to do with lines about "making out" but I'm not sure.
Dave Brubeck
Dave Matthews Band: There is a distinct picture in my head when I hear this band, and the vision is this. I am walking down the hallway of my dorm and I hear Dave Matthews blasting from one of my neighbors' rooms. This was a regular occurrence. This time, however, as I passed by his door and peered in, I saw him sitting at his desk and heard him say, "Gosh Dave, you are awesome." He was talking to the song. I threw up a little bit in my mouth and stopped listening to the band. I shouldn't have called that a vision-- it was reality.
David Allen Coe: Tales of the 'Backer have already been told; this is another staple.
David Bowie: I love him but he always conjures memories of hanging out with the guys at the Logan Center in South Bend. The Center is home to a group of fantastic mentally disabled young men. A group of us were having a pizza party with them when one of the residents looked at my friend and said, "you look just like David Bowie." It was even more hilarious than it sounds.
Dax Riggs
De La Soul: classic stuff.
Dead or Alive
The Dears: pretty average.
Death Cab for Cutie: I got into them after the release of "Plans" and ended up studying law to the album quite a bit. Now I have a Pavlovic dog response to it. I don't actually mind the association considering much of my legal "studying" amounted to listening to music, hanging with friends, and drinking beers. So what if there's a tort or two in there.
The Decemberists: I love this band and that love grew exponentially after seeing them live. Their songs are so vivid and reflective of times none of us have experienced that each listening experience catalyzes the imagination. They also employ one of the stronger vocabularies of any music group out there.
Def Leppard: I have a friend, Sarah, who does a particularly dynamic dance to their most favorite track.
Default: DELETE.
Depeche Mode: Growing up, my oldest sister loved these guys and pretty much wore out the "Violator" cassette. I think a lot of the house I live in until I was 8-years old.
The Detroit Cobras: I bought this in Austin at Waterloo Records, which is one of my favorite places on this earth. They give you a nice '50s feel.
Detroit Red Wings: Yes, I have the song, "Hey, Hey, Hockeytown." We are so dominant and so good that we have a right to have a cheesy song or two.
Digable Planets: What a strange group of rappers, but I like them quite a bit. They came on during my drive to work, and it was a great start to the day.
Digital Underground: No specific memory except for parties, randomly.
Dilated Peoples
Dire Straits
Dixie Chicks: Only two songs here, so don't get excited. Plus, one of the two was put on a mix for me by my wife, and I love it.
DJ Assault: A lot of high-school memories in this cat's catalog.
DMX: Jimmy always barks like him, so there's that.
Domestic Problems
Donavon Frankenreiter: New Years' Eve.
Don Mclean: My parents listen to him a lot.
The Doors: Adele and I were driving to Nappanee to pick up our custom-made rocking chair. I expect that I'll think about that going forward.
Douzi
Dr. Dre
Dublin City Ramblers
Duke Ellington
Dynamite Hack
The Dynamites
Monday, January 12, 2009
Coldplay to Cypress Hill
Today I hit 3000 songs so obviously, I'm behind on the posting front. I'll catch up by the end of the week, tackling at least a letter each entry. Tonight, I'll polish off the letter C.
Coldplay: I have no problem admitting that I like this band. I've even seen them live. None of that, however, changes the fact that "apple" is a dumb name for a child. Somebody had to say it.
Colin Hay: He's great. "I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You" is a staple on my sad song playlists, and I love sad songs despite being a generally happy person. I think that's how I maintain a generally positive disposition... by listening to quite a bit of depressing music. It's sort of a balance. And yet another lesson is learned: I tend to listen to music reflective of the mood that I'm not in. This has not always been true. I certainly didn't listen to ABBA when facing break ups in the past but barring those dramatic scenarios, it tends to happen more often than not.
Collective Soul: This reminds me of the 90s.
Common: One of my favorite hip-hop artists.
Coolio: I was surprised to find his entire album on my ipod. I was more surprised to find that "Gangsta's Paradise" isn't on there, considering I made a cassette of that song over and over [60 minutes] so I wouldn't have to rewind it constantly. I also did this taping via my discman [pour one out for that bygone] through the stereo. I maxed out the bass settings on both the discman and stereo with fantastic booming results. I digress. This album is crap with about 3 very modest exceptions.
Cornershop: What the heck is a brimful of asha and why do I have the extended version of it?
Counting Crows: See my earlier comments regarding sad songs. "Raining in Baltimore," in particular, is fantastic.
The Cranberries: Despite conjuring that terrible movie in which it was featured, "Dreams" remains one of my guilty pleasures... also despite the cat murder that occurs at the end of the track.
Credence Clearwater Revival: 1) The Big Lebowski and 2) My honeymoon where the Costa Rican chef who spoke no English jammed out to these guys daily. He showed me the album with great delight after he heard my wife and I singing along.
The Cribs
Culture Club: Back in the day, I knew a lady who closely resembled Boy George. She also happened to be obsessed with him and dressed up as him for Halloween. Sort that out.
The Cure: My earliest memory of this band was my cool older cousin visiting from Texas. She was a fan of them back then... and also Volvos. I still like them-- the Cure more so than Volvos.
Cutting Crew
Cyndi Lauper: I was busted for the first legitimate time here as my homeslice Karl and I were set to battle in our Tecmo Super Bowl League and I threw my ipod on only to hear her. No one seemed to mind.
Cypress Hill: Reefers and insanity... what else do people think of when they listen to these cats?
Coldplay: I have no problem admitting that I like this band. I've even seen them live. None of that, however, changes the fact that "apple" is a dumb name for a child. Somebody had to say it.
Colin Hay: He's great. "I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You" is a staple on my sad song playlists, and I love sad songs despite being a generally happy person. I think that's how I maintain a generally positive disposition... by listening to quite a bit of depressing music. It's sort of a balance. And yet another lesson is learned: I tend to listen to music reflective of the mood that I'm not in. This has not always been true. I certainly didn't listen to ABBA when facing break ups in the past but barring those dramatic scenarios, it tends to happen more often than not.
Collective Soul: This reminds me of the 90s.
Common: One of my favorite hip-hop artists.
Coolio: I was surprised to find his entire album on my ipod. I was more surprised to find that "Gangsta's Paradise" isn't on there, considering I made a cassette of that song over and over [60 minutes] so I wouldn't have to rewind it constantly. I also did this taping via my discman [pour one out for that bygone] through the stereo. I maxed out the bass settings on both the discman and stereo with fantastic booming results. I digress. This album is crap with about 3 very modest exceptions.
Cornershop: What the heck is a brimful of asha and why do I have the extended version of it?
Counting Crows: See my earlier comments regarding sad songs. "Raining in Baltimore," in particular, is fantastic.
The Cranberries: Despite conjuring that terrible movie in which it was featured, "Dreams" remains one of my guilty pleasures... also despite the cat murder that occurs at the end of the track.
Credence Clearwater Revival: 1) The Big Lebowski and 2) My honeymoon where the Costa Rican chef who spoke no English jammed out to these guys daily. He showed me the album with great delight after he heard my wife and I singing along.
The Cribs
Culture Club: Back in the day, I knew a lady who closely resembled Boy George. She also happened to be obsessed with him and dressed up as him for Halloween. Sort that out.
The Cure: My earliest memory of this band was my cool older cousin visiting from Texas. She was a fan of them back then... and also Volvos. I still like them-- the Cure more so than Volvos.
Cutting Crew
Cyndi Lauper: I was busted for the first legitimate time here as my homeslice Karl and I were set to battle in our Tecmo Super Bowl League and I threw my ipod on only to hear her. No one seemed to mind.
Cypress Hill: Reefers and insanity... what else do people think of when they listen to these cats?
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