Song Twenty-Three

I have a toothache. Actually, for about three years, I've had a broken wisdom tooth that never bothered me. Well, dear readers, those days are over. It's that kind of dull ache that is always there, saying, "That's right, are you feeling me?" Yes, macked out tooth, I am.

On another tip, it's been amazing to me how few seconds of a song I need to listen to before I can say, "No thanks." I feel a bit like the owl in the old Tootsie Pop commercial. How many seconds does it take to get to the center of a song's goodness of fit? About five it turns out. I know there are many stories decrying record company weasels who won't release records because they don't have any hits, but you know what, they probably know what they're talking about, respectfully. (Still, that Love Monkey show is kind of dull despite the presence of Ed and Brando.) I know my demographic like the back of the hand--because it's attached to my demographic (aka me), and I can tell within seconds whether I want to spend my 99 on a song. Sometimes I'm a bit disappointed, but I've yet to start bleeding from the ears whilst running from the room. Interesting . . .

So, five seconds into song twenty-three, I knew I'd buy it: My Morning Jacket's "Gideon." It has several items always on my checklist: echo chamber (check), pounding drums (check), build (check), wailing (check). Okay, the lead singer sounds a bit like the Cult-guy, but I'll set that aside. The song has a nice pulsing quality throughout; plus the keyboards sound like they're played by that kid from School of Rock. Good deal.

Also, in searching for songs, I happened upon a shoegazer iMix (I'm in heaven!!!), so anticipate a couple older songs in the next week.

342 to go.