25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 25) A Song I Could Listen to All Day Without Getting Tired Of

marathon thirst
marathon thirst (Photo credit: darkmatter)

Cue up the fanfare and pyrotechnics!  Someone hand me a glass of water.  I’ve crossed the finish line.  It was touch and go there for a few days, but I made it.  I may not have come in first, but I came in on my own two feet.

Eventually, listening to a song too often is going to wear it out.  Music is like sex.  The high you get from the rhythm, lyrics, and melody stirs something inside.  The unexpected change in key is exhilarating.  A drum or guitar solo can send you over the edge like the climax of an orgasm.  You want it again and again . . .

Until you don’t.  Sooner or later you’re going to want to eat, or watch a movie, or just stare into space.  But you can no sooner listen to only one song any more than you could stand to do nothing else but have sex all day long.  I’m not saying you wouldn’t want to give that a try, but I’m older and wiser and I know this stuff.

If I were going to do it all day . . . get your mind out of the gutter now . . . . I’m talking about listening to one song.  It could very well be Stay Home by Salf.  It appeals to the introvert in me.  Even the band name is appropriate.

My alarm clock woke me up with this song for months.  Every morning at 5:00 a.m. my iPod would start up. Then my toe.  Then my foot.  Before I knew it, I was dancing around my bed singing (or was I yelling?), “I WANNA STAY HOME TODAAAAAY . . . ”

Shrek (the first one) has my favorite soundtrack ever.  I know.  I’m pretty easy to please when it comes to soundtracks.

Other favorites from this movie include (in no particular order):

 

(I compiled this list using Wikipedia and all links lead back to that page.)

Yes, I know that’s almost the whole soundtrack and then some.  It’s THAT good.

While you listen to this song a few dozen times, I’m going to go rehydrate after this 25-day haul.  I did break my personal best record of posting five days in a row.  I don’t know about you, but I think that deserves some type of celebration.

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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 21 through 24)

Failure is an option.  It is always an option.  Sometimes it’s a damn good option.  Like when you’ve worked 10-, 11-, and even 12-hour days all month, and you have the chance to go rock out at a great show, have a couple of drinks and hang out with friends.  Failing to keep up with the 25-Day Challenge was a small price to pay.

If I had felt clever, I would have posted “25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 21) My Favorite Song” as Any Song I’m Listening to Live.    I showed up for my shift the next day with indelible Sharpie® still on the back of my hand.  After another 11-hour day, I ate dinner and went to bed before the sun hit the horizon.  Day 22 was a wash as well.  Day 23 didn’t go any better.

Fast forward to Day 24.  I have a few alternatives.

  • Give up.  The project is ruined.  The challenge was not met.  Better luck next time, Loser.
  • Catch up.  Post all four days on Day 24 just in time to finish strong on Day 25.
  • Stand up.  Brush myself off, and join back in on Day 24.  No one remembers you didn’t post on the 21st, 22nd, or 23rd anyway.  I suppose I thought everyone was sitting by their monitors every day not knowing how to go ahead with life because I hadn’t posted the Song Challenge.

Any of these choices cater to the perfectionist in me, and I think, if you don’t mind (and even if you do) I’d like to catch up.  It’s been a super fun challenge, and I hope you’ve learned a little something about me along the way.

Day 21:  My Favorite Song

Favorite music is so subjective, isn’t it?  I mean . . . favorite when?

  • When someone ticks me off:  The Game by Disturbed
  • When I’m feeling suppressed by society:  Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson
  • When I’m cleaning:  Tutti Frutti by Little Richard
  • When I’m consuming an adult beverage(s):  Have a Drink on Me by AC/DC
  • When I’m on a road trip:  American Pie by Don McLean
  • When I’m celebrating my birthday:  In da Club by 50 Cent
  • When I’m feeling happy, like today . . .


Day 22:  A Song That Someone Has Sung to Me

My mother used to sing to me all the time.  She was always singing to someone; my dad, her parents, even the dog.  And she made up the words when she didn’t know them, or sang la-la-la-lalala.  We used to tease her about some of the words she made up.  Sometimes she would throw in a little dance step, including some tap she learned as a little girl.

Squeaky-clean and snuggled into my pajamas, my mom would cuddle me up on her lap, sing me songs and recite nursery rhymes.  I can remember night fall over the neighborhood out our big picture window and bouncing on her knee.  Here is one of the songs she would sing.  I don’t remember her singing the full song.  Maybe she did, or maybe she only sang the chorus, but that is all I can remember.

 

Day 23:  A Song That I Cannot Stand to Listen to

There are some sounds that simply drive me crazy.

  • Styrofoam being rubbed together.
  • Balloons being twisted until they squeak.
  • Children screaming in a restaurant.
  • Rubber foam being cut with a knife.
  • A mosquito near my ear.  In the dark.
  • And this song . . .

 

Day 24:  A Song that I have Danced to With My Best Friend

Well, here’s a stumper.  I am so fortunate to have so many close and caring friends.  How does one go about choosing the best? A best friend is the one I turn toward first when there is good news . . . or bad.  A best friend is one who can dissolve my fears just by walking in the door.  A best friend allows me to grow and sits back to see what I become.

Bubba and I aren’t found on the dance floor very often.  We attend wedding receptions every now and then and dance, but I couldn’t tell you which songs have played.  The last wedding we attended we didn’t dance at all.  We ate cupcakes while everyone else was on the dance floor.

BUT . . . if we were going to dance, I think I would choose this song . . .

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25 Song Challenge Fail.

I gotta say I don’t think I’m going to make Day 21. I’m at an awesome concert with Down and Black Label Society.   On a work night no less…

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At the Myth, Maplewood, Minnesota . .

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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 20) The Last Song Alphabetically in My iPod/iTunes

Actually, the last songs in my iTunes library are numerical, but alphabetically, the last song is by James Taylor.  Yes, we have travelled all the way from Absinthe With Faust to You’ve Got a Friend in twenty-four hours.  You should probably get that neck checked for whiplash . . .

 

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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 19) The First Song Alphabetically in My iPod/iTunes

You know how rigid I am about these rules.  After all, on Day 12 I had a hard time posting The Last Song I Heard, because every time I got ready to post, I heard another song.  So like it or not, this is the first song alphabetically on my iTunes library.  I would have had to go down to song #3 before I found anything less edgy, Kelly Clarkson’s Addicted.  

Please know, that for the more delicate of my readers, I did think about bypassing #1 and #2.  But in the spirit of the challenge and for the sake of honesty, I chose to post Absinthe With Faust by Cradle of Filth.

“Faust is the protagonist of a classic German legend. He is a scholar who is highly successful yet dissatisfied with his life, so he makes a pact with the Devil, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures. The Faust legend has been the basis for many literary, artistic, cinematic, and musical works that have reinterpreted it through the ages.”
— Wikipedia

 

 

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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 18) A Song I Love but Rarely Listen To

Did you ever notice that you can go without hearing a song for years, and still know all the words?  I fell in love with this song the day I got frostbite on my thighs sledding all afternoon with my friends.  I had not seen anything like it before or since.  White frozen patches like huge welts under the skin.  I sat on her basement couch in terrible pain waiting for her to call the nurse for advice.

The Partridge Family Album
The Partridge Family Album (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As we followed the medical instructions, my friend took out the cardboard cranberry-colored record jacket.  “The Partridge Family” was printed in the center in gold lettering.  While the white patches on my legs turned a burning hot red, we listened to that track over and over until we knew the words by heart.

To this day I can sing along, and still do every couple of years.

 

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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 17) A Song That Makes Me Want to Dance

Once I realized I was never going to be a ballerina, I gave up on my love of dance forever.  No, I never took ballet classes, or tap, or pole.  I just always wanted to be one of the girls who did.

Saturday night fever
Saturday night fever (Photo credit: *Psycho Delia*)

And then came Saturday Night Fever.  I found the dance floor in 1977.  I was sweet sixteen.  We danced the night away at the Bel Rae Ballroom on Thursdays for the 18-and-under-only nights.  They had a rotating mirrored ball hanging from the ceiling and the whole shebang.  Say what you will about the 70s.  Disco allowed me to finally become the dancer I always knew I was.  I practiced the hustle in my basement, listening to the SNF soundtrack over and over . . . and over.

These days, aside from the occasional wedding, at which I will need at least three drinks before I do much more than tap my toe, I’m rarely found on a dance floor.  However, I do find playing some good music can help get me up and moving when I’m not looking forward to it.  I have a whole playlist of cleaning songs, guaranteed to get me up and dancing, duster in one hand, vacuum in the other . . .

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