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I know not why I do what I do.
Seriously. I live on 90s music compilations (or, you know, not really, but I collect them) so I'm downloading VH1's Top 100 Songs of the 90s, and I'm going "Wow, I already have that from the Whatever box set." Or, in one extreme case, "Wow, that song will never, ever, ever be on my computer. Never."
But realistically, top genreless songs of the 90s is not a great idea. Yeah, okay, so I can totally get behind Vogue and ...Baby, One More Time, and Gonna Make You Sweat, and definitely behind stuff like Losing My Religion and Nothing Compares 2 U and Shine and Criminal. I can support these things.
However. I spent the 90s listening to...uh, three radio stations, really. Well, more than that, but MAINLY three. And none of them were KUBE 93 FM. Which probably means that, really, Tupac is not on my list of top 90s songs. Nor would Notorious B.I.G. be on that list. At the same time, I am from Seattle. Which means that Smells Like Teen Spirit is not the only grunge song to ever happen. (Yes, Jeremy and Black Hole Sun are both on the list. I defy anyone to prove that they are, in fact, grunge.)
So I love the one-hit wonders and the stuff I actually liked at the time, but I have this disorder where I need to have the entire album if at all humanly possible, and it is only recently that I have realised that the only way to make Eminem listenable is to delete half his songs. (I vowed a long time ago that Spin Doctors would never touch my computer.) And really - I do not need to hear Mmmbop approximately before the 23rd of Never. Or Peaches. Ever.
Clearly I need to stop this insanity of needing the whole album, but I don't know that it's gonna happen any time soon. I only do not have OCD because I refuse to admit I have OCD and because I do not do any of the generally-accepted things that are OCD. I am, perhaps, OCD-lite. Or perhaps just OC, because I don't want to go to the point of judging on D.
Also, I did not drink enough last night to be hungover, which is bad because my family requires booze to handle, believe me, and it is not even seven am and the person below me is moving furniture. Not that this woke me, but WHY?
If my computer tries to play Detachable Penis one more time this year, I am going to stab it right in the trackpad. I like the song, but it's played it four times in three days. It's a bit much.
Seriously. I live on 90s music compilations (or, you know, not really, but I collect them) so I'm downloading VH1's Top 100 Songs of the 90s, and I'm going "Wow, I already have that from the Whatever box set." Or, in one extreme case, "Wow, that song will never, ever, ever be on my computer. Never."
But realistically, top genreless songs of the 90s is not a great idea. Yeah, okay, so I can totally get behind Vogue and ...Baby, One More Time, and Gonna Make You Sweat, and definitely behind stuff like Losing My Religion and Nothing Compares 2 U and Shine and Criminal. I can support these things.
However. I spent the 90s listening to...uh, three radio stations, really. Well, more than that, but MAINLY three. And none of them were KUBE 93 FM. Which probably means that, really, Tupac is not on my list of top 90s songs. Nor would Notorious B.I.G. be on that list. At the same time, I am from Seattle. Which means that Smells Like Teen Spirit is not the only grunge song to ever happen. (Yes, Jeremy and Black Hole Sun are both on the list. I defy anyone to prove that they are, in fact, grunge.)
So I love the one-hit wonders and the stuff I actually liked at the time, but I have this disorder where I need to have the entire album if at all humanly possible, and it is only recently that I have realised that the only way to make Eminem listenable is to delete half his songs. (I vowed a long time ago that Spin Doctors would never touch my computer.) And really - I do not need to hear Mmmbop approximately before the 23rd of Never. Or Peaches. Ever.
Clearly I need to stop this insanity of needing the whole album, but I don't know that it's gonna happen any time soon. I only do not have OCD because I refuse to admit I have OCD and because I do not do any of the generally-accepted things that are OCD. I am, perhaps, OCD-lite. Or perhaps just OC, because I don't want to go to the point of judging on D.
Also, I did not drink enough last night to be hungover, which is bad because my family requires booze to handle, believe me, and it is not even seven am and the person below me is moving furniture. Not that this woke me, but WHY?
If my computer tries to play Detachable Penis one more time this year, I am going to stab it right in the trackpad. I like the song, but it's played it four times in three days. It's a bit much.
