Lately I've been thinking about how much a person could tell about another if they stumbled across that person's mp3 player.
Today, as I drove to work, I was listening to my Zune (through the radio adapter) and it was set on "shuffle". In the span of about fifteen minutes or so, the following songs played:
The Hissing of Summer Lawns by Joni Mitchell.
Picking up After You by Tom Waits and Crystal Gale (from the soundtrack to One From the Heart).
More, More, More by The Andrea True Connection
Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen
The Return of Jackie and Judy by The Ramones
Down with Love by Judy Garland
A curious selection of songs: the first one about suburban angst, the second one about a failed relationship, the third about sex (as sung by a 70's porn star), the fourth about desire, the fifth about punk-rock-girls, and the final one ... well, a song by Judy Garland, no less, I mean how gay can you get??
What would someone think if they heard this mix? Would they consider them wonderful selections by someone with diverse tastes, or a potpourri of crap by a middle aged guy with no taste?
As I pulled into my driveway, Jet Boy Jet Girl by Elton Motello came on.
Have you ever heard Jet Boy Jet Girl?
Here's the first verse:
Can you tell what's on my mind
She's with him it's driving me wild
I'd like to hit him on the head until he's dead
The sight of blood is such a high
He gives me head
Oh my god, what would people think?
The other day as I found myself in the local supermarket. I was plugged into my Zune and at the risk of looking like one of those shuffling guys at the start of Shaun of the Dead, I actually found myself enjoying the sensation of music piped directly into my head, effectively blocking out the inane Muzak that Albertson's Inc plays over its store's speaker system in hopes that it will cause customer's to mindlessly pick up an extra case or two of Del Monte green peas.
As I scooped up what I needed, I was being serenaded by John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman doing You are too Beautiful. I was in a state of aural bliss, jazzed by the classy soundtrack. And then, as I made my way to the check-out line, the song ended and Justified and Ancient by The KLF came on, and with god as my freaking witness, I felt the urge to just grove (and if you know me, you know that I have no rhythm and am hopelessly inept when it comes to dancing), and yet, there I was in the 'ten items or less' lane, and I was bopping ... until I realized that the old woman behind me was looking at me like I was some kind of freak. I had to stop, I mean what would this woman think?
So much for my boogie down moment.