My Alphabet Soup Song List

Shirley Manson of Garbage - still going strong

Shirley Manson of Garbage – still going strong

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:

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Simpler Times – Water Sports at Grand Lake St Marys

Once Upon a Time

I had said something to make Nicole crack up

My wife and I have three children, all boys.  The day I am starting this story is the 37th anniversary of our marriage.  Due to our schedules, she’s in Ohio and I am in Arizona.  Tomorrow I am driving to Los Angeles to watch one of my favorite rock bands, (Garbage), perform at the Greek Theater.  My dad once remarked that he never thought he’d have a kid who was 30 years old.  I now know that feeling as our oldest is now 34, our boys all spread apart in years.  Because there are a number of years separating our boys, it’s easy for me to compartmentalize the child rearing into ‘eras’.  Early Ohio, early marriage is the Mitch era.  Louisiana belongs to Corey.  Tim then gets our California years.

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