Well I managed to get through lots of the C’s on a nine hour round trip drive to London on Saturday.
Too many female singer songwriters in the mix for my liking but a few albums re-visited from years ago. It does make me wonder where some of them came from.
Miss Aguilera added some raunch, the Commitments some soul and the Coral some catchy pop.
Not too sure listening to 4 Coldplay albums one after the other is wise though after a 5am start.
Onto the C’s
Go on then Celine if I must !!!!
Let’s see if she’s nailed the power ballad equation…….passion x emotion divided by power squared.
As I’ve finally made it through the B’s I’d like to begin this update with an apology to the four members of B*Witched for maybe being a little harsh on them.
I apologies for being rude before I re-visited your one album on my iPod at least you’re not as dull as Bon Jovi. In fact I thoroughly enjoyed your slice of pop.
I’m not going to list everything in my B selection as that would just be a long list, however it totalled 36 albums and just over 400 songs.
Highlights included Blondie (another pin up from my teenage years), Bats for Lashes (how can you resist a song featuring someone playing a saw) and the two rocking bands the Black Keys and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Obviously the Beatles made up a big chunk of the songs but there really is no excuse for Revolution Nine no matter what you’ve been smoking or sucking off a tab !!!!
Apart from a couple of old classics Bread was a bit dreary, Bare Naked Ladies brought back some great holiday memories and Dylan was just Dylan.
So on to the C’s.
Catatonia, Christine Aguilara, The Cribs, Clannad and…….Celine Dion !!!!!
Wish me luck !!!
As the B’s draw to a close I’ve had to suffer some Bad Medicine in the guise of Bon Jovi !!
Oh dear……what was so bad with peoples lives at the tail end of the 80’s that they thought listening to Bon Jovi would make things better.
Its the musical equivalent of Formula One, over blown, over hyped and over produced. I’d rather have spent the last hour ironing socks and underpants which is as equally pointless as this musical misery.
But I guess that’s one of the hardships this journey into the depths of my iPod will throw at me and I guess at some point I either borrowed this or bought it. Please let me have borrowed it I could have spent the money on cheese.
Anyway at the start of the C’s there’ll be one of those little guilty pleasure that you don’t confess to. It’ll be like an angel pouring melted marshmallow and honey into my ears. Karen Carpenter. Sssshh don’t tell anyone I’ve got my street cred to consider.