As I listen to my music during the workday it seems like I always come across a song that catches me. Something I have not heard in a long time. Or something that I have never heard at all. If it catches me then I go on a search. I also like finding things outside of my “normal” listening habits.
Here are three for this week.
I was catching up on podcasts and this one was on The Dusty Show. The host Clay Pigeon (that is his name) regularly does shows where he plays songs off CD’s he bought at a flea market sale. This is the one that started the show.
I know I am old because I remember when MTV playing music videos. And as I look back on the ones made at the time. There visual styling was pretty stupid. Plus, most of the bands I was listening to at the time were never played on the station. If they were it was usually after midnight.
But I have to say this song is a bit catchy and yet goofy too. All I remember is that when I was young teenager the last place I wanted to be was “hanging out in a mall”. Which was the “Rite of Passage” for the times that was well before social media. Even today, I hate the malls. If I have to go to one I treat it like a “Commando Mission”. Get in. Get out. Better yet. Save time and order online whenever possible.
The next one was heard on The Best Radio You Have Never Heard podcast.
This is a cover song. The original version was done by Lorde. I know she is popular and this song seems to be always playing on the radio. For me, every time I hear this starting up on the radio, I hear the sound of a “shotgun being pumped” in my head. As for Bruce Springsteen I have a “Love/Hate” relation to his music.
It took me a moment to realize the original source for his performance. Stripped of all the high tech recording “tricks” and done solo with just a guitar the song takes a whole new turn.
It is rare for me to get out of the office during the workday. But yesterday, I had to go help with some deliveries. It was nice to travel about and not have to be the driver (which is rare for me). The driver was playing his music. It was not my thing but so what. I tolerate other’s people taste to some degree. I remember I had a radio/CD player at my work station years ago. I wouldn’t mind if my co-workers played their music from time to time on it. However, I had one co-worker who would only play Beatles albums. And one day I had to put it an end to it. He got mad and called out my broad taste of playing music he never heard of. I replied, “Every job I have had someone thinks that pointing that out is somehow going to offend me.”
Plus, I hate people with narrow tastes.
But that being said. This song caught me and I had to ask the driver “Who is this?”
It has that “introspective” quality that hits during long rides.
All I can say is….
Open you ears.
You never know.