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Recently I've been giving books on MP3 a bit of a rest in favour of
selected music tracks.
One thing about listening to music instead of books is that you might
tend to start singing along. This is all well and good if you can sing and
you aren't listening to some kitschy pop tune.
But if you are....
I loaded up a collection, a pastiche, a chronological journey through the
era of rock and/or roll, and set out on an outside loop of about 60 km on
the country sideroads surrounding town.
The advantage is that on country roads no one can hear you sing - except
the odd country home with it's owner out doing yardwork as you belt out,
off-key, Woolly-Bully, Great Balls of Fire, Lion Sleeps Tonight, Smoking in
the Boy's Room. You can at least rationalize that these tunes are still
before your time.
It gets worse when you get into the late 60's 70's & 80's: Light My fire,
White Rabbit, Play that Funky Music aren't so bad.
But the Bangles' Walk Like an Egyptian? Nena's 99 Luft Ballons? Styx Mr.
Roboto?? For shame!
But then it's the 90's: Nirvana's Nevermind and Teen Spirit though I'm long
past teen by that time, Hammer time?? Dare I admit it?
Then we step into the new millennium: Christina Aguilera's, Dirty? Meredith
Brooks' I'm a *****? worse they are gender inappropriate for me to be
singing along aloud.
Then a piece of 'tween angst: Stacey's Mom. I don't know what is worse:
that I'm singing along to it or that Stacey's mom is now age appropriate for
me. She sure has it goin' on.
Finish off with 'The Roof is on Fire' profane but if it was good enough
for Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 I guess I can sing it aloud....
selected music tracks.
One thing about listening to music instead of books is that you might
tend to start singing along. This is all well and good if you can sing and
you aren't listening to some kitschy pop tune.
But if you are....
I loaded up a collection, a pastiche, a chronological journey through the
era of rock and/or roll, and set out on an outside loop of about 60 km on
the country sideroads surrounding town.
The advantage is that on country roads no one can hear you sing - except
the odd country home with it's owner out doing yardwork as you belt out,
off-key, Woolly-Bully, Great Balls of Fire, Lion Sleeps Tonight, Smoking in
the Boy's Room. You can at least rationalize that these tunes are still
before your time.
It gets worse when you get into the late 60's 70's & 80's: Light My fire,
White Rabbit, Play that Funky Music aren't so bad.
But the Bangles' Walk Like an Egyptian? Nena's 99 Luft Ballons? Styx Mr.
Roboto?? For shame!
But then it's the 90's: Nirvana's Nevermind and Teen Spirit though I'm long
past teen by that time, Hammer time?? Dare I admit it?
Then we step into the new millennium: Christina Aguilera's, Dirty? Meredith
Brooks' I'm a *****? worse they are gender inappropriate for me to be
singing along aloud.
Then a piece of 'tween angst: Stacey's Mom. I don't know what is worse:
that I'm singing along to it or that Stacey's mom is now age appropriate for
me. She sure has it goin' on.
Finish off with 'The Roof is on Fire' profane but if it was good enough
for Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 I guess I can sing it aloud....