Like I wasn’t going to do this one?
Taken from various folks’ journals:
1) Total volume of music files on my computer?
A little bit over 14 gigabytes (somewhere in the neighborhood of 3000 songs).
2) The last CD I bought was…
The soundtrack to Constantine, by Brian Tyler and Klaus Bedelt.
3a) The last song I listened to before writing this was…
“Sensation” by Bryan Ferry
3b) Song playing right now:
“Screenwriter’s Blues” by Soul Coughing
4) Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me.
Only Five? Sheesh. OK….
“Baker Street” by Gerry Rafferty: first I fell in love with the music, which formed the soundtrack to my summers at the beach in the Hamptons. Then, as I grew older, I found more personal significance in the lyrics.
“I Confess” by the English Beat: (featured in last week’s Friday Music) My favorite song by one of my favorite groups.
“Forever Man” by Eric Clapton: An oddity…not particularly important to me at the time, but for some strange biochemical reason, the combination of this song, the quality of sunshine, and reading the rulebook of GDW’s Twilight 2000 role-playing game absolutely crystalized in my memory. Now, hearing this song brings everything rushing back, and I re-live a Friday afternoon in early 1985.
“Thursday’s Child” by David Bowie: The lead track from his Hours CD, which will forever remind me of riding the subway to work in NYC in 1999. (I played the hell out of that album on my Walkman during my commutes…provided I could grab the CD before
The theme to “Doctor Who”, composed by Ron Granier and Delia Derbyshire: Not just because I’m a geek fanboy, either. This track, composed and created in 1963, is one of the most influential pieces of electronic music of all time. Delia Derbyshire generated individual electronic tones, and then assembled the entire track by literally splicing together bits of tape BY HAND. Absolutely amazing, and was my introduction to the world of electronic music, which I still love (and compose myself) today.
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I’m a tremendous sucker for Baker Street myself. It echoes like memories do.