Let me start by saying that this is NOT a ranked list of my favorite songs. What it is though is the result of an exercise I performed where I tried to document my all time favorite song from each letter of the English alphabet, using each letter to represent either the singer or the band. I could find no other example of this exercise on the internet. Some of these were no-brainers for me, for example the letter “G” – Garbage is a band I really love. A few letters gave me heartache, for example the letter “B” – no Beatles song? Am I crazy? Don’t worry, there’s a Lennon song here for you die hard Beatles fans. I just had to count in the classic by Blue Oyster Cult. The letters “X” and “V” were difficult because offhand I could not think of a group or singer beginning with X and the only ones I could think of for V were Bobby Vinton and the Ventures. The entire exercise must have taken me a good 6 hours of effort as I’d make a short list for each letter and then I’d have to imagine hearing each one, trying to figure out which I ‘really’ loved. Then I’d come back to the list the next day and maybe change a letter – “P” was a good example as I think I had a Pink Floyd there for a long time before remembering how much I loved the song Roxanne. Most of these songs have a special memory attached to them for me and I’m sure there are a few in here that you’ve never heard. Maybe give some of them a listen – you might stumble upon a new sound you enjoy. Oh, and I’d challenge you to do this exercise yourself. You’ll find it as difficult as I did, I’m sure. I’m a rock and pop guy – your list might be classical or jazz. That’s ok; music is like food – beauty is in the senses of the beholder. Enjoy:
This blog story is my very first entry for the Remember the Time Blog Hop.
The very first concert I ever attended was none other than the infamous 65 year old, still rockin’ today, (and known to his parents as Vince), Alice Cooper. Not only was it Alice Cooper, but it was the Welcome to my Nightmare Tour. The year was 1975 and the day was April 6, two days after my 17th birthday. The concert tickets, (and the parental escort), were birthday presents and it was for me the very first time I thought my parents could actually do something ‘cool’. I didn’t have any money and I didn’t yet have a real job so I was totally uneducated about concert events; where they occurred, how much they cost and what went on inside the venues. Continue reading