I was listening this afternoon to a great new radio station we've got going here. Its slogan is "We play anything." They really do, too. And somehow, it always seems to be stuff I like. It's a good little illustration of how I don't seem to fit in anywhere.
I was singing along to the Scorpions' "Rock You Like a Hurricane" as I pulled up behind a church bus thinking about back in high school when I used to love that song. Then it was followed immediately by Simon & Garfunkel's "Kodachrome," to which I shouted, "I LOVE this song!" and proceeded to sing along with every word of that as well. Then I did the same with Pat Benatar, Donovan, the Monkees, Bob Marley, Matchbox Twenty, Men Without Hats, Styx, Bananarama, Van Halen, UB40, and so on. I realized at that point that I must have a tremendous amount of brain space occupied by song lyrics through the ages, and maybe I should try to make my fortune on one of those "Don't Forget the Lyrics" shows. (There are two, aren't there?)
I often describe myself as having Music MPD (multiple personality disorder). I know it's true. When I'm home, I'm as likely to be listening to Tchaikovsky as I am the Pussycat Dolls - or Sara Bareilles, or Delroy Wilson, or Metallica, or Tuck and Patti, or Candlebox, or Christina Aguilera...
Coming soon.....my top songs through the decades.
(I know - it's cliche, but so's bitching about politicians and referring to things as "random".......)