Look what I got!!
And now I need to put music on it. Running music! (That is, music that I can run to.) So, what do you all recommend? Back in the day, when I last ran to music, I liked a little ABBA. Okay. Stop.
Full confession: I don't claim to have good taste in music. All of you people who listen to Cutie Monkeys or Death Cabs to the Arctic or whatever else has replaced Ben Folds Five for cool white people these days... I laugh at you and your pretentious listening habits. Like this: Ha ha.
(Speaking of white people, you simply must look at this website
, if you haven't already. And, speaking of the self-conscious Five, I did pretend to like them, like 10 years ago, and I even saw them in concert! Small venue, of course. But truthfully, I think it's just a whole lot of whining and get over it already.)
A little respect? You know, by Erasure. A good one for running? I do love me some bad music from the 80s. (In seventh-grade, our class took a public vote: Culture Club or Duran Duran. I knew that DD was much more coolio, but truthfully, I did really like the former George O'Dowd. So I abstained.) Some of the 70s might do too. I want you to want me, for example. Still, I'm probably more of a Bon Jovi than BTO gal.
Oh! Oh! I Don't Want Your Freedom!
There may have been a short window in 1994 when I was a little more cutting edge. I had Meat Puppets and Poi Dog, and Lyle Lovett seemed a little more art school before he married Julia. I had lots of Lilith Fair kind of stuff, long before the teenage lesbians in white wife-beaters were screaming her name. (Oh boy, do I have a story about Lillith Fair and the women's bathroom! But that's for another day.) And I have always liked U2, from the very very start. Although I'm mostly over Larry Mullins, Jr. And they've never stopped
Don't Stop Believing!
I also like music that many of the coolest 10-year-old's like. Kanye's Gold Digger, for example. A must-have, no? And I like that paralyzed song, whoever it is. Good for running, I think! And I do like country music -- and not just Lyle and Willie and all the small-chested, sequin-free women, but the crappy cowboy hats too. I can't see running to it though. (I can almost hear Bird's
sigh of relief from here.)
Radiohead! Ha. Just kidding.
Good for running, in my opinion, should be peppy (the Go-Gos, maybe?), motivating (Kanye's Stronger, perhaps?), or evocative. That last one is harder for others to recommend. Since not everybody spent every Friday night 1990-1993 at the Irish Times on Capitol Hill, not everybody is going to hear, "Come on out and dance. Come on out and make romance," and lose their spot for a few minutes.
Anyway, I need your help.
P.S. I do
have good taste in books. I do believe John Banville is the greatest living writer -- and not just because he's Irish. I read the New Yorker, all of it! And I just finished Paul Theroux's latest book. (Has anybody warned the Indian tourist board about that??) What I'm saying is, while I might aspire to be Queen of the Desert, I am not a total Philistine, thankyouverymuch.