Follow-up: songs on repeat

[pseydtonne]

I had originally noted Wilco's "Heavy Metal Drummer" as the song I was playing when I was writing my previous entry. By the time I'd finished, I'd dug up a copy of Blue Rodeo's "What Am I Doing Here?" and realized that was the real song for my mood.

This leads me to some open-ended questions I hope y'all will answer:

1. When you note the song playing, do you simply hit the "detect my music" setting, type what you're actually playing, type what you wish you were playing, or type music suitable to your mood?
2. What's the last song that made you play it over and over about twenty times because it just hit those mental resonances you needed?
3. Did you ever play a song for the sole purpose of smoking someone out?
4. DId you used to think you were wicked indie? Do you now feel some guilt because you don't have the time to hunt for good tunes anymore?
5. Does anyone else think Jello Biafra's a switch-hitcher? I met him after more than a decade of being a fan and damn if he didn't set my gaydar off. He wears a leather jacket but doesn't ride a motosickle, he ran for mayor of San Francisco, he has a girlfriend but... yeah, he's gotta be bi. Gotta. 'Splains too much. Then again, since it does, maybe I'm just playing Columbo without a murder victim.

Blue Rodeo. Too bad I didn't even try to get into these guys when they still toured small clubs around my home town. What a dolt I am. I wouldn't have understood them when I was 15, but I do now.

Quick rundown. The song in question was written after their first ever gig in the U.S., which was at the Erie County Fair (the largest county fair in America, by the way). Drunk kids kept yelling at them to get lost; other drunk kids just ignored them and made out with each other. The lyrics are short:

On this useless night
With you so far away,
I stand in front of this Ferris Wheel
and I wonder what am I doing here?
and I wonder what am I doing here?

And all the drunks just stumble by
And mumble their abuse.
Tell me what is the use?

After so long, nobody's wrong;
after so long, nobody's right.

Shot song, but they just sing it so well. It's frustration with a smile, it's a day job in front of a banner ad, it's thank you for calling please hang up anytime.

I should be in bed. After all, I could use a hug, so I'll give one.

-I've played the song eight times since I start typing so I guess I type fast but it'll be nine times after I've run the spell-checker, Dante