So so so. People nowadays are woefully unaware of certain fantastic songs, just because these songs were written before they were born. However weird you may think your parents to be, the music of their generation far outstrips the largely generic tripe currently circulating the airwaves. Or circuits of your computer/iPod/smart phone/whatever. If you're really cool (and I mean seriously awesome. Or rather older) you still listen to cassette tapes. Anyway. The following is a list of songs that you should know. I'm going to guess most of them were were considered "old" before you or I were born.
Scotties 60s/'70s/'80s playlist of glory. (artist - title(s))
1. The Hooters - And We Danced
2. U2 - Elevation
3. Pet Shop Boys - Opportunities
4. Boston - Peace of Mind
5. The Cars - Magic
6. Van Halen - Jump
7. Asia - Don't Cry
8. Def Leppard - Photograph
9. Van Halen - Dreams
10. Kenny Loggins - Heaven Helps the Man
11. Moving Pictures - Never
12. Murray Head - One Night In Bangkok
13. Pete Towshend - Face Dances Pt. II
14. The Police - Walking on the Moon
15. Sting - If I Ever Lose My Faith In You
16. Rush - Limelight
17. Tears for Fears - Break It Down Again
18. Foreigner - Juke Box Hero
19. The Beatles - Octopus's Garden
20. Led Zeppelin - Ramble On
Go find some of these. They're fantastic songs. Maybe one day I'll do this with modern music. Some of it is actually good.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
thewininwinter
WINter. Many people hate it. Yours truly however doesn't. For the time being. One of the biggest reasons for this is because of how entertaining certain aspects of winter are. For example. I find great entertainment in blowing large amounts of my now visible breath into the sky and watching it billow and dissipate into the air. However. There is something more fun. Exhaling through the nose and watching the not one, BUT TWO!!! clouds of vapor!!! Yes. Definitely one of the most exciting things about winter. Also. The snow is pretty when it hasn't been trampled by a mass of those small people. Children I think they're called.
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