Image: The following post is tangentially/nominally/supposedly music-related. Name that screenshot!
Title: Latest brainstorm, brought to you by caffeine: let’s revive the cassingle! Can I afford a record player? No way. LPs? Nope. Do I still have a functional Walkman? Indeed! Am I somewhat to relatively sure that there are cassingles stashed at my parents’ house? Sort of, maybe! I could be on the cutting edge here!
Though personally vinyl-less, I can still be obsessive. Shown below is the back of Dwight Yoakam‘s Gone (1995), my original and only copy of the CD. I listened to it 157 times in the first five days I had it (incidentally, I was at church camp) and still play it. Please view the condition:
We won’t go into things like my still-functional early-2000s-cost-way-less, far-surperior-to, put-out-of-omission-by-Apple Nomad, mp3s, still-extant mixtapes, homemade CDs, etc. In short: I like music.
First, Some Quizzes!
How did “know thyself” apply before online quizzes? This time, I’m switching from Buzzfeed to Playbuzz. I’m pretty sure that constitutes variety.
Which Member of the 27 Club Are You?
Pretty sure it was my actual taste in music rather than my personality that produced this answer. I’m fine with it, though. My copy of Pearl has been with me a long, long time.
What is your 70’s Anthem?
Many words have been used to describe Freddie Mercury and Queen’s timeless classic BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY: Strange, quirky, blasphemous, invigorating, and of course – epic – All of which are words that could be used to describe the innards of both your mind and soul. A poppy and energetic individual whose imagination knows no bounds, this song’s winding thematics and brazenly over-the-top elements were made to accompany you! This is the song you need to be blaring in the car whenever you need a piece of music to make your soul soar.
::wipes tears:: Thank . . . just . . . thank you. You really have no idea how much this means to me. Or how often Queen probably really is what is making my car swerve down the road (if not Queen, Springsteen– Queen, The Boss: I guess I like titles?).
Okay, but seriously: invigorating, epic, poppy, energetic, etc.? Maybe I’m living a Fight Club scenario where I have a double I don’t know about? You know, I really don’t sleep that much . . .
(. . . “and dying” . . .)
We interrupt this profound message with an equally profound question: how many Taylor Swift quizzes does this world need?
Which Southern Woman Are You?
Well, maybe the title didn’t scream music, but I took it anyway– and I got a musical result. Therefore:
There was something (still on Playbuzz) about ranking songs from movies. I didn’t look at it, because I’m just going to insert my own pick:
I took a musician lookalike quiz based solely on appearance questions (hair, eye color– very basic): Beyoncé?
Which 80s Alt. Band Wrote the Soundtrack of Your Life?
I think we ALL already know the answer to this one, pre-quiz . . .
No quiz needed: self-evident.
True story: I was watching the video for “There Is a Light that Never Goes Out” (late) one night, and YouTube froze. Completely. The universe, over and out!
99 out of 100 Scientists Endorse This Section
I have absolutely no idea who most of the people in the quizzes are. Who’s this person, Taylor Swift? 98% of the quizzes are about her. Oh, and I took an 80s hair band one, but I’m not going to post the result. It was shameful. Is there a good answer for an 80s hair band?
*But I am not a snob! [cough]
Except maybe I’m really not. This study started making the rounds recently; roughly, what it says is that you stop listening to new music around age 33. More specifically, it’s when people stop listening to mainstream/popular music and return to old favorites or start heading into the non-mainstream.
Apparently, I was 33 by the time I was in high school. If this were a Faulkner novel, that would be symbolic, but it’s late, and I’m tired. Talk amongst yourselves.
It also says that having children ages you about four music-years. I knew I was staying young . . . somehow. These children’s albums seem like a pretty good compromise, though.
Or: here’s a quick sampling I worked up:
Available to babysit!
Though it seems only fair to mention the song that I listened to repeatedly when I was very small (I don’t really remember, but my parents claim I said it made my pigs dance). And I just realized that yes, I do still have a copy of this album– not the original LP that was at home, because it’s probably long-since destroyed:
So my taste in music stopped at . . . about age two? Always have to be the one to skew the statistics. That’s not really true, anyway; it just got odder (=less popular).
I’m thinking about it now, and I can’t figure out how it landed on the obscure. This was pre-Internet, and I didn’t have access to a music store (or music magazines); if you got music, it came from (the) Wal-Mart, a sometimes trip out of town, or the very rare trip to see family in New York, where there was . . . Tower Records (RIP).
“Politics, Religion, and Her” (does anyone else remember that?)
The #1 getting-to-know-you question that I hate (often involved in awkward introductions) is “what kind of music do you listen to”? Whether or not it starts out as an innocent ice-breaker, it turns into the ultimate do-or-die personality test/character evaluation/judgment test. Are you disagreeing with me right now? Nope. This one’s universal; everyone does it, to some extent.
Let’s try this out with a quiz. Mostly because I want to play with a poll.
In all seriousness (well, not really; serious doesn’t really happen here): how do you answer that? You run the risk of showing your age, having to add “before they were cool,” expressing borderline stalker-level devotion, appearing to acknowledge the existence of only Top 40 radio (or to disdain it completely on High Moral Principle), etc. And if you just say “a little of everything,” it’s a cop-out.
My advice to you, son, is if someone asks you this question, jump out the nearest window.
“. . . And to You It’s Just Words”
The only alternative approach: I’ve done a post before about words invented by families (etc.). Another one from mine is “Top Ten All-Time Favorite,” defined thus:
Top-Ten All-Time Favorite (n.): A song that is definitely, absolutely one of your favorites. Several rules apply to its use. If a song that this applies to is playing, you must A) announce that it is a top ten all-time favorite and B) increase the volume (no matter how many people are violently objecting). Crucially, the number of favorites you have must be nowhere near ten; the closer you can get to triple digits, the better. Don’t even pretend that it’s just ten; call out favorites as often as you wish. Once you turn pro, you earn the privilege of designating top ten favorites by X artist, top ten favorites in X genre (in X decade, with X type of harmony, etc.). Again, don’t bother keeping it anywhere near 10.
- Sample uses:
- “Born to Run!” Top Ten All-Time Favorite!
- “Out in the Street!” Top Ten All-Time Springsteen favorite!
- “Girls in Their Summer Clothes!” Top Ten All-Time Springsteen summer song favorite!
- “Jungleland!” Top Ten All-Time Big Man solo favorite!
All the above was purely, um, hypothetical, of course. Nothing I personally have ever said. Yep.
The Conclusion You’ve All Been Waiting for: I Shut Up
To wind this sucker down, I will now show you what’s behind door #3 (and yes, I’m aware you can’t actually see anything): my still-extant CD collection, or at least the part of it that’s made it to my 1,000 year old CD rack (the rest awaits sorting and copying). I was planning to offload a substantial portion of it, until someone mentioned the possibility of losing all my digital media: hello, paranoia, my old friend. You’ll see that the CDs are still here. Those are empty LP sleeves on the wall, all scavenged (and belonging, I assume, to defunct LPs); the Real Deal is an investment I can’t afford. Behold: symbolism!
Okay, NOW I Shut Up