Walking ’round the room singing
At fifty seven Mt. Pleasant St.
Now it’s the same room but everything’s different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things ain’t cooking in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire
Couldn’t conquer the blue sky
There’s a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantelpiece
Do I lie like a lounge room lizard
Or do I sing like a bird released?
Confession: I love raiding with Hawtpocket. But–I turned off the playing soundtrack she provided for the raiders. Every now and then someone in Vent says, “I love this song!” or “This should be Garrosh’s theme song,” and I chastise myself for not wanting to listen to Journey or whatever else might be on this 80s list. I really hate that music. So, I opted out, and miss an important part of the social bonding.
This list is NOT the soundtrack I would create for raiding night, either. Dahahka recently posted a great write-up of some of his life’s most influential music, and gave me a friendly challenge to do the same. This is a conglomerate of chronological memories, most overlapping. Don’t judge.
Elvis Presley: this one was hard to put on this list and age myself. When I was a very tiny little girl, I wanted to kiss Elvis Presley. years later when I was introduced to the LBGT community by my housemates, and they told me they always loved girls, I realized that we are all truly born who we are. Yes, wanting to kiss Elvis Presley indirectly made me not only tolerant but wholly accepting of the spectrum that is human sexuality. He was already past his prime when I heard his music, and my mother wasn’t that big of a fan. I must have seen one of his movies on TV and felt the ooze of sexuality. (Oh, like you never did!) But this is how I know, and knew, that we are truly who we are, and we know who we are from a very early age. I was born in the era of the Beatles, and their musical influence on my life is indelible.
The Partridge Family
You may start seeing a trend here. Me. David Cassidy. Married. The End.
Second grade. Roller skates. My prized possession: a cassette tape recorder that was used not only to play my Partridge Family cassette, but used to record my own voice. Those tapes are lost to the ages, surely to be uncovered by some future archeologist who will wonder who this small goddess when she listens to the data, which in the future will be instantly recoverable and archived. Surely. Right?
The most sustainable music ever created.
Elton John’s music marks my early adolescence.
Top 40 Pop – 70s style
When I lived overseas, Casey Kasem’s voice incongruently introduced me to Aerosmith, The Eagles (in the words of the Dude, I hate the fucking Eagles–but back then I didn’t), and many others. This is one of my favorites:<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/56494381″>Elvin Bishop – Fooled Around & Fell In Love – HD Bubblerock Promo</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/danbanrock1″>Dan Ban</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a>.</p>
Me. Headphones. Dark Room. Surviving 9th grade. The Wall didn’t help nearly as much.
I love you, Robert Plant. And I know you love me, too.
The Alternative Years:
Late high school and college gave me some of the best guy friends I’ve ever had, and still have. Young men who adored me, put no pressure on me, and simply wanted to hang out with me, share their music, and make me laugh. I made them laugh, too, and was completely free to be as funny as I wanted, and as smart.
The Pretenders/The Police.
When everyone else was listening to the Scorpions and other shitty 70s/80s rock, I was trying to get my friends to listen to the Pretenders and The Police. One of my sad tales is I had tickets to the Police when they first started, but they canceled the small venue show because of illness. I swear to heaven Sting, you owe me one.
Every couple should have an album, not just a song. This was mine and my first big love’s. It only exists in my memories now, and not all good ones.
It’s hilarious to tell ‘kids these days’ with all the Anaconda Do’s and Don’ts that yes, that is footage of sperm at the beginning of this:
Neil Finn/Crowded House
My and CD Rogue’s music:
I dare you not to sing along to this one:
Where am I now musically? I don’t listen to music from my past all that much, and try to listen to both old and newer tracks. A lot of the music I listen to now reminds me of the past years spent in Azeroth. For example, this is a druid’s song if I ever heard one: