Day Twenty-Eight: One for the Killers, Villains, Lovers and Heroes

Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty

Sometimes drastic measures are necessary; the kind which challenge conventions of integrity for the sake of efficacy, even if such maneuvers elicit notions of remorse. Said actions produce the desired result and yes, the outcome is for the best, but you still can't help but wonder if the end justified the means - and the End is all that remains, yet here you are.

Ozymandias: I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end.
Dr. Manhattan: "In the end"? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.


The Killers - Jenny Was a Friend of Mine

Day Twenty-Seven: Night of the Power Chord Rangers

Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play

A song I wish I could play? There are quite a few of those (as you'd imagine) but one that stands out in my mind is:

Night Ranger - Don't Tell Me You Love Me

And I'm talking specifically about the ability to play an electric guitar at that level of skill. Don't get me wrong: there are plenty of better guitarists out there but nevertheless 'Don't Tell Me You Love Me' is a good example what I wish I could accomplish with a six-string in these hands of mine. Just think of what people would say!

Sling, would you play guitar at our twentieth wedding anniversary? After all these years, Sister Christian is still our song.

I've been asked to teach a course entitled 'Awesome 1982' and I'd like for you to be a guest speaker. Bring your guitar.

Hey Sling, would you wail on your ax for me right here, right now? Never mind that we're in the middle of my child's eighth birthday party.

Sling? This is Harrison Forbes. I'm forming a shitty Eighties revival band, nay, supergroup comprised entirely of people I deem 'super' and guess what? You're in.

Look, Sling, I said I loved you and that was a lie, I admit, but I needed a laptop, you know. Nevertheless, I've always thought of you as an amazingly talented guitarist, simply amazing, and while we're on the topic of awesome, it would totally radical if you could give me your credit card number.

[Feel free to add a few statements of your own in the comment box]


Ah, to be a talented musician...

Day Twenty-Six: It Would've Been So Great (for Us to Have Seen the Northern Lights Together)

Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument

Have I ever told you that as a youngster I could play the piano?* Not well, mind you, but yeah, I could play a few tunes. Granted, today's song wasn't one of them but the piano portion is simple enough that even I could pull it off with a bit of practice; and it's a good thing, too since I'd hate to mess up such a fantastic song.

Great Northern - Our Bleeding Hearts


* I may have, but it's important to note that I've been posting on Psychedelic Kimchi five years come this November and I'll be damned if I can remember what I posted yesterday let alone fifty-six months ago.

Day Twenty-Five: They're Beasties, Yes, but Only because They're Boys

Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh

Ah, the Beastie Boys. Not only are they proof that Generation X used to be cool, they're also living testament to the notion that white boys can do something hip - and there's nothing derisive about my statement whatsoever. I fondly recall evenings spent in the basement of one J.T. Yenter,* during which time there were discussions about -amongst much else- the best song on the band's debut album, License to Ill. My stance then, as well as now, is that No Sleep till Brooklyn wins hands down for no other reason than that the video features a motherfuckin' gorilla wailing on his motherfuckin' ax; and while that may not make me laugh, it does make me smirk.

Beastie Boys - No Sleep till Brooklyn

* "Don't you know who I am? I'm J. fucking T. of S.T. fucking C."

Day Twenty-Four: (Insert Title Here)

Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral

This one's a weird one for me, considering that I don't spend much time contemplating death, let alone a funeral. Granting that, I think that when I finally reach the end of it all, I'll pass on a funeral since, after all, who'd want to sit though that boring shit, anyway? Cremation, perhaps, or maybe a pyre would suffice lest I return from the grave, only to feast upon the brains of those I once loved.

'Kidding' aside, I don't think I'd want a funeral playlist or some crap like that, but I would like people to remember how I -often- felt about life (and my place within its folds).

Local H - Hand to Mouth

Hey! You already used a Local H song!

Yeah. Is that against the rules? If so, I'll be dead anyway.

Hm. Was the song meant to be poignant, profound, or pestilential?

None of the above. Now sit still and let me chomp on your brain.

Efficacy vs. Integrity

Day Twenty-Three: Björk There, Done That?

Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding

I've never given any serious consideration to marriage. Okay, that's a lie: I once thought about it wholeheartedly and without reservation, but maybe I was too stupid to carry out my desire. Perhaps the two of us were thickheaded and unwilling to compromise or, perchance, unable to dissolve the differences that separated the two of us as seemingly intelligent individuals. Then again, perhaps it was my fault alone. I may never know for certain, but I do know that had we been married, we could have agreed upon the following song. Hopefully.

Björk - Unison

30-Day Song Challenge, Day 1

My favorite song first? Trial by fire, I suppose. To be honest, I'm so worn out on lists, rankings, and so on that the idea of this intrigues me but ultimately makes me nauseous. I don't know what my favorite song is, and nobody cares what it is anyway. Paranoid in my old age (22), I suspect this is a case of -- word to Twitter -- free market research. In fact, I'm sure it is.

My favorite song is Harry Nilsson's "Everybody's Talkin'."

It's on YouTube.

Day Twenty-Two: Play It on the Radio - Just Don't Play It for Me

Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad

The sound of the river is inaudible 'cause we don't flow.

Playradioplay! - Forgiveness, the Enviable Trait

Day Twenty-One: Take Out the Garbage, Dude (Shit's Startin' to Stink)

Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy

Your good friend and mine, Tiberious aka Sparkles aka Harrison Forbes aka Eion Fobres* has observed that as of late, I've been a bit of a bitchy grouch (or a grouchy bitch!) and I suppose he has a point; though such admissions have a tendency to swell up his heads and so, in the interest of keeping the sun from being blocked out by our good friend's extremities let's just say he's not entirely mistaken. I've been in a funk these past few weeks, 'tis true but that doesn't mean I'm unable to crack a smile or, dare I say it, enjoy life! Of course I can, silly, and when I do, I crave music that accentuates the mood. One song that does so excruciatingly well is 'Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)' by Garbage because, well, the lyrics are somewhat goofy, somewhat trashy, somewhat catchy and honestly, that shit makes me smile!

Garbage - Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)

* That's how the Ex spells his name. No foolin'.