Found on 12 Apostles:
Nick Hornby counts down the ten songs he simply could not live without. That’s a pretty big list to make — one I would not even attempt. My reaction:
1) Bruce Springsteen – Thunder Road - You must be kidding. Already, Nick and I are very different people, I can see.
2) The Clash – (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais - Excellent pick, and were I to ever make such a list, this might very well be on it. But then again, maybe not… it’s a bit predictable, isn’t it?
3) Marah – My Heart is the Bums on the Street - Have to look this one up. Thanks for throwing in the obligatory unheard-of recommendation, Nick.
4) Teenage Fanclub – Your Love is the Place Where I Come From - Ick.
5) Marvin Gaye – Let’s Get It On - I wish I’d have kept the MPEG I had of a girl doing a striptease to this song in her dorm room — I’d post it. It’s appalling, the way she slinks in this mock-sexy way, mouthing the words and gesturing at the camera every so often. Oh, I know. None of that’s Marvin Gaye’s fault, and there’s a very limited degree to which any artist is responsible for the audience he attracts. But after some time, and a certain level of cultural permutation, the audience does begin to ruin it for me. Kinda the same way I can never listen to Stevie Ray Vaughan again, because I’ve lived in Austin too long.
From here on out, the list gets ever weirder, including LL Cool J’s “Going Back To Cali” and Prince’s “Sexy MF,” to name two. Good songs, I suppose, but… why pick “Sexy MF” when he could have picked James Brown’s “Funky Drummer,” which the song is an obvious rip-off of? Why pick LL Cool J in a world that has known Public Enemy? Couldn’t he do better than this?