This time of year is consumed with unanswered questions in a myriad of fields. Who will be the Democratic nominee? Who will win the NBA's MVP award? When will The Office come back? I feel that it is my duty to put at least one national existential crisis at rest - what am I listening to these days on my iPod. Moreover, I feel that I owe it to my most devoted fans, my mom and dad, to keep the public up to date on those tunes that reverberate in my ear drums.
This song is great to listen to while driving in the car with the windows open and speeding down an open stretch of road: the only problem is that I've never had a car, and NYC doesn't allow for open windows or car rides over 15 mph. Nevertheless, when this song comes on my iPod on the walk home from class, I find that the weight on my back lessens, my steps become lighter and I'm simply in a better mood. If you're having a no good, crummy, life-is-unfair day, pop this song on and escape into an upbeat world for three-and-a-half minutes.
Rather than an upbeat foot-stomper, "We'll Meet Again" is one of those songs that causes a welcomed case of nostalgia in the listener. In that way, it is perhaps one of the more romantic songs of all-time, highlighted by the choir-like last verse. If one has ever endured deep pangs of love, this song is for you.
This song, believed by most of the liberal art students at NYU, is about George W. Bush and his problems as our President. Pay these interpretations no mind. This is an absolutely rocking song with tons of different sounds that builds upon itself until the listener is so wrapped up in its beat that he or she is bouncing off the walls. (Moreover, if you listen to the words, it seems like the lyricist is sympathetic to those in power. But, like I said, one listens to this song for its rockingness).
I have never really been able to get into Rufus, but if anything else he does is anything like this song than these is an ocean of good music that is waiting for me to tap into. The simple beat and delightful melody is perhaps this song's best attribute. Furthermore, the image of cigarettes and chocolate milk, life's little things, is enticing even to this non-smoker.
Perhaps the greatest song that I have ever heard, this product of Modest Mouse front man Isaac Brock was made for long drives after a night out with friends. Lines like "We left our teeth marks on the barrel of a gun" when reinforced by the aching music, instill a sense of longing that accompanies many things, especially growing up and moving on.
It is April 1 here in New York and elsewhere and it is absolutely too cold. If global warming can't do the trip, I propose that we listen to spring-time songs like this one to usher in the sun. In his classic style and smooth rhythms, Satchmo takes the listener from his cold surroundings to a place of wine and women in the stylish New Orleans scene.