Looks like cell phone follies were in full swing this weekend, swingier than the can-can at Moulin Rouge. Morino lost her phone over the weekend, and found it this morning.
Vive le telephone cellulaire!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
A Matter of Phonetics
Yesterday, Saturday afternoon, was a sunny crisp day in Chicago, so I put on some old jeans and a parka and took a walk around my neighbourhood, Wrigleyville. I walked east down Addison to Boys Town, cut south on Broadway and then west on Diversey to Lakeview, dropped into Borders to pick up Lonely Planet's "Italy" for our upcoming family vacation and Sports Illustrated's fantasy baseball preview for my two drafts. Then I strode back home north on Clark.
Waiting for Willard's call so we can go watch some basketball on Southport, I poured myself a huge glass of water, placed it on the breakfast table and settled down to finish the crossword. Then I remembered I had to return Christensen's call. Hovering over the table, I thought of my past cell phone follies and wondered with a mental chuckle, what if I dropped my cell phone into the full glass of water? (Extra points if you got this joke -- a year and a half ago, I murdered a laptop in cold blood by spilling a glass of water all over it).
Before I could unflip my phone, it slipped out of my hand and... and it fell into the glass of water. I couldn't even sink a basketball with such a sweet swish on a ladder next to the hoop. I was flabbergasted for a languishing two seconds, then quick as a flash, picked it out, dried it with a dish towel, and summoned the hairdryer to blow on it at full force.
Did it work? No.
I've had my fair share of experience with drowned electronics (a Nokia 3330 which sizzled to death in a pool of detergent at Target), but none with this acute sense of desperation. There was no way for Willard nor Christensen to get in touch with me. So I ran out to the car, jumped in, and trucked back down to Clark and Diversey to the Cingular store. Double parked and rushed into the store like Butch Cassidy looking for the Sundance Kid -- can I get a new cell phone... pronto?!
No. Well yes, but if I paid the $180.00 for a brand new phone, no commitment (I could get a piece of shit LG phone for cheaper). But if I reported the "liquid damage" to Cingular insurance, which I had, I would pay $50.00 and get a replacement phone -- but they would have to ship it. It didn't make sense to pay the $180.00, so I called the insurance from the automated phone in the store, put in my claim, was assured I'd get a new phone no later than Tuesday. In the midst of it all, I had to run back out to move my car because a cop pulled up.
I came back home and did what I should have done when I set up my home office -- set up my land line. Thank god we had a contact list for the women's softball team -- I was able to call Willard. But oh, her signal died in her apartment, so we made the rest of our arrangements to meet at Justin's via email. Then I called Christensen and told her to call Willard to get in touch with me. Then for the next five hours, I had several 312s, nachos, fries and a double scoop waffle cone (Cubby Crunch and Signature Sunset) and everything was good again. Thank god for good friends, including Willard and Christensen.
This morning, I thought I'd give putting my phone back together a whirl. Hit the button, and good morning, starshine! It was like Easter came early -- my 6102 rose from the dead! This only confirms my hypothesis that Nokias really are the best phones in the world. I once had an 8250 that I dropped in the Dominick's parking lot, skidded onto the path of an oncoming car, was run over and escaped with just superficial damages. I used it until I got a new phone. More recently, last fall I threw my old phone, a 6100, with force across Jack Sullivan's in a moment of frustration (with my old job, proving a point in conversation). The screen cracked, but again, remained useable until discarded. A former 6220 fell out of my coat pocket in a cab, but the only damage sustained was $600+ worth of calls to Pakistan.
Waiting for Willard's call so we can go watch some basketball on Southport, I poured myself a huge glass of water, placed it on the breakfast table and settled down to finish the crossword. Then I remembered I had to return Christensen's call. Hovering over the table, I thought of my past cell phone follies and wondered with a mental chuckle, what if I dropped my cell phone into the full glass of water? (Extra points if you got this joke -- a year and a half ago, I murdered a laptop in cold blood by spilling a glass of water all over it).
Before I could unflip my phone, it slipped out of my hand and... and it fell into the glass of water. I couldn't even sink a basketball with such a sweet swish on a ladder next to the hoop. I was flabbergasted for a languishing two seconds, then quick as a flash, picked it out, dried it with a dish towel, and summoned the hairdryer to blow on it at full force.
Did it work? No.
I've had my fair share of experience with drowned electronics (a Nokia 3330 which sizzled to death in a pool of detergent at Target), but none with this acute sense of desperation. There was no way for Willard nor Christensen to get in touch with me. So I ran out to the car, jumped in, and trucked back down to Clark and Diversey to the Cingular store. Double parked and rushed into the store like Butch Cassidy looking for the Sundance Kid -- can I get a new cell phone... pronto?!
No. Well yes, but if I paid the $180.00 for a brand new phone, no commitment (I could get a piece of shit LG phone for cheaper). But if I reported the "liquid damage" to Cingular insurance, which I had, I would pay $50.00 and get a replacement phone -- but they would have to ship it. It didn't make sense to pay the $180.00, so I called the insurance from the automated phone in the store, put in my claim, was assured I'd get a new phone no later than Tuesday. In the midst of it all, I had to run back out to move my car because a cop pulled up.
I came back home and did what I should have done when I set up my home office -- set up my land line. Thank god we had a contact list for the women's softball team -- I was able to call Willard. But oh, her signal died in her apartment, so we made the rest of our arrangements to meet at Justin's via email. Then I called Christensen and told her to call Willard to get in touch with me. Then for the next five hours, I had several 312s, nachos, fries and a double scoop waffle cone (Cubby Crunch and Signature Sunset) and everything was good again. Thank god for good friends, including Willard and Christensen.
This morning, I thought I'd give putting my phone back together a whirl. Hit the button, and good morning, starshine! It was like Easter came early -- my 6102 rose from the dead! This only confirms my hypothesis that Nokias really are the best phones in the world. I once had an 8250 that I dropped in the Dominick's parking lot, skidded onto the path of an oncoming car, was run over and escaped with just superficial damages. I used it until I got a new phone. More recently, last fall I threw my old phone, a 6100, with force across Jack Sullivan's in a moment of frustration (with my old job, proving a point in conversation). The screen cracked, but again, remained useable until discarded. A former 6220 fell out of my coat pocket in a cab, but the only damage sustained was $600+ worth of calls to Pakistan.
Going Bananas
Some people like to snuggle up with a good book when it's snowing outside, some people re-watch the first four seasons of The Sopranos when the temperature dips to below freezing, and some people go to Mesa, Arizona, to watch the Cubs spring train.
For me, March is the month where I'm kinda in a funky limbo. Indoor soccer would have just ended (we bowed out of the league in the first round of playoffs this year, the first time ever for the Red Devils -- perhaps our season mirrored the true Manchester United's one of despair?), and softball wouldn't start for a few weeks. In addition to wondering why I ever came back to Chicago from Singapore after Chinese New Year, Kevin "Sun Devils" Kelly and Edgar "Smokin' Bandits" Rico and I booted SportsMonster out of Seward Park on Tuesday nights, and started our own non-profit league: www.oldtownsoftball.org.
But, the true existence for the month of March, besides Julius Caesar and the Ides, is the NCAA basketball tournament. Not being good at basketball, I don't watch the sport either, NBA or otherwise. But the Koh gambling bug in me loves March Madness, and inspires the brackets I draft every year. I've typically run office pools but being out on the street this year, decided to open Bracketology 2006 to all in my email address book. With 40 bracketeers signed up, we've had a lot of fun so far this weekend. Thanks to Joe's on Weed Street, Cody's and Justin's for hosting me and my scoring duties. The following is an update I sent to my bracketeers after the first two rounds of play:
Dear Bracketeers,
The wonderful thing about going to a school with a god-awful basketball program is that I never have to worry about willing it to win the NCAA tournament, despite conventional wisdom. Condolences to Hawkeyes, Buckeyes and Jayhawks, especially those who picked their teams to win it all -- were all teams with "eye" and "hawk" in their names jinxed this weekend?!
After the second round of play, with scoring doubled to two points per pick, some Bracketeers found themselves quickly moving from back to front in 24 hours. Of special note is Finlay, who is distancing himself from last place one point at a time.
Congratulations to the Beta/Fernandez household, which produced the only three brackets to pick the Bradley win today. Sanchez 1 wins a Corona at the ballpark for the highest round two score (24).
Dennler 2 continues sole possession of first place (46), with Fernandez 2 (45) in second place and Forrest and Koh 3 (44) tied for third. Fei 4 remains at the tail.
Sweet Thursday can't come soon enough. Good night, and good luck.
For me, March is the month where I'm kinda in a funky limbo. Indoor soccer would have just ended (we bowed out of the league in the first round of playoffs this year, the first time ever for the Red Devils -- perhaps our season mirrored the true Manchester United's one of despair?), and softball wouldn't start for a few weeks. In addition to wondering why I ever came back to Chicago from Singapore after Chinese New Year, Kevin "Sun Devils" Kelly and Edgar "Smokin' Bandits" Rico and I booted SportsMonster out of Seward Park on Tuesday nights, and started our own non-profit league: www.oldtownsoftball.org.
But, the true existence for the month of March, besides Julius Caesar and the Ides, is the NCAA basketball tournament. Not being good at basketball, I don't watch the sport either, NBA or otherwise. But the Koh gambling bug in me loves March Madness, and inspires the brackets I draft every year. I've typically run office pools but being out on the street this year, decided to open Bracketology 2006 to all in my email address book. With 40 bracketeers signed up, we've had a lot of fun so far this weekend. Thanks to Joe's on Weed Street, Cody's and Justin's for hosting me and my scoring duties. The following is an update I sent to my bracketeers after the first two rounds of play:
Dear Bracketeers,
The wonderful thing about going to a school with a god-awful basketball program is that I never have to worry about willing it to win the NCAA tournament, despite conventional wisdom. Condolences to Hawkeyes, Buckeyes and Jayhawks, especially those who picked their teams to win it all -- were all teams with "eye" and "hawk" in their names jinxed this weekend?!
After the second round of play, with scoring doubled to two points per pick, some Bracketeers found themselves quickly moving from back to front in 24 hours. Of special note is Finlay, who is distancing himself from last place one point at a time.
Congratulations to the Beta/Fernandez household, which produced the only three brackets to pick the Bradley win today. Sanchez 1 wins a Corona at the ballpark for the highest round two score (24).
Dennler 2 continues sole possession of first place (46), with Fernandez 2 (45) in second place and Forrest and Koh 3 (44) tied for third. Fei 4 remains at the tail.
Sweet Thursday can't come soon enough. Good night, and good luck.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Pump'd
I love the game of volleyball, even though I'm not very good at it. I'm a decent recreational-level player on court and sand, because I can serve and I can bump and I'll dive for errant balls. But I can't set nor spike and I'm too short. Christensen glares me down almost every game because I'm always running out of formation. In high school, I played on the starting team for intramural sports from women's rugby and soccer to tennis and netball (I couldn't play softball, only coach, since I was on the school team). When I showed up for volleyball, my good friend and school team captain Jiemo benched me. One of life's hardest lessons is that you can't be good at every single sport.
Monday morning, I got up at 8am, two hours later than my usual 6am wake-up call. I was tired, so I slept in and missed my Monday morning run. I got lazy throughout the day, and by the time evening rolled around, I figured I'd head over to the gym for some relaxing weights work. Tired of hanging around the weights room rats, I decided to take a class, and this one, I thought I could try:
Body Pump
Emphasis: Cardio endurance, strength
Level: All levels
Take your weight workout up a notch with this co-ed muscle-endurance class. Special barbells are used with weight choices ranging from 3 to 100 lbs. Each song focuses on a specific muscle group giving you a full body strength workout in 60 minutes. Suitable for the first-time weight lifter and a challenge for the experienced. Body Pump® founders claim it to be the fastest way in the universe to get fit.
Why not?
I walked into class, held in the large gym that housed two indoor basketball courts -- so, pretty big. And pretty full. And pretty full of Trixies in workout outfits, standing by steps with barbells and weights. I slipped into the back, took a set of what everyone had and then one of the two teachers asked, "Does anyone watch 'Dancing With The Stars'?"
That's when I should have left.
But I'm a su-pa-pah trou-pa-pah, so I stayed. It was hard stuff, maneuvring barbells with different weights for different exercises, from lunges to triceps lifts and things you do to your glutes to look great at Le Passage, I'm sure. Everyone around me rocked the house -- they dug the Right Said Fred and Black-Eyed Peas soundtrack. Diagonally in front of me was a girl who came to boxing class occasionally, wielding the weights like Mario Batali and a slab of pizza dough. How was a girl significantly slighter than me in physique slinging 50 pounds effortlessly when she couldn't hurt a fly with boxing gloves on?
I made it through the rest of the class and perky "oohs!" from the teachers, didn't TKO. I don't like being the worst at anything, particularly something related to physical activity, so I tried to at least stay in good form, even if that meant using lighter weights on the barbells. I fully recovered from the experience this morning at boxing, when I executed a sweet-feeling hook-hook-hook-cross-pivot-jab-cross-(speed!)-jab-cross combo.
Monday morning, I got up at 8am, two hours later than my usual 6am wake-up call. I was tired, so I slept in and missed my Monday morning run. I got lazy throughout the day, and by the time evening rolled around, I figured I'd head over to the gym for some relaxing weights work. Tired of hanging around the weights room rats, I decided to take a class, and this one, I thought I could try:
Body Pump
Emphasis: Cardio endurance, strength
Level: All levels
Take your weight workout up a notch with this co-ed muscle-endurance class. Special barbells are used with weight choices ranging from 3 to 100 lbs. Each song focuses on a specific muscle group giving you a full body strength workout in 60 minutes. Suitable for the first-time weight lifter and a challenge for the experienced. Body Pump® founders claim it to be the fastest way in the universe to get fit.
Why not?
I walked into class, held in the large gym that housed two indoor basketball courts -- so, pretty big. And pretty full. And pretty full of Trixies in workout outfits, standing by steps with barbells and weights. I slipped into the back, took a set of what everyone had and then one of the two teachers asked, "Does anyone watch 'Dancing With The Stars'?"
That's when I should have left.
But I'm a su-pa-pah trou-pa-pah, so I stayed. It was hard stuff, maneuvring barbells with different weights for different exercises, from lunges to triceps lifts and things you do to your glutes to look great at Le Passage, I'm sure. Everyone around me rocked the house -- they dug the Right Said Fred and Black-Eyed Peas soundtrack. Diagonally in front of me was a girl who came to boxing class occasionally, wielding the weights like Mario Batali and a slab of pizza dough. How was a girl significantly slighter than me in physique slinging 50 pounds effortlessly when she couldn't hurt a fly with boxing gloves on?
I made it through the rest of the class and perky "oohs!" from the teachers, didn't TKO. I don't like being the worst at anything, particularly something related to physical activity, so I tried to at least stay in good form, even if that meant using lighter weights on the barbells. I fully recovered from the experience this morning at boxing, when I executed a sweet-feeling hook-hook-hook-cross-pivot-jab-cross-(speed!)-jab-cross combo.
iPod or Id?
Sometimes I feel like Rivers Cuomo, because at any given time, the shuffle function on my iTunes/iPod will go from Brian Wilson to Bryan Adams to Ryan Adams, from Al Green to the Redwalls to the White Stripes to David Gray. Sometimes it goes well with dinner, music blaring from the computer, especially when it's the Wondermints or Candy Butchers or Bread or Sam Cooke.
But I like listening to my iTunes on shuffle, it helps to set and change the mood throughout the day. There are times when I feel like we're of the same mind... I've often thought, as I'm listening to iScream (iPod nomenclature) during the old days of the L commute downtown, how about some Captain and Tenille? And he'll oblige with "Love Will Keep Us Together." Or, "Born to Run" with Peter Buck from the "Vote for Change" tour? And that one, out of five live versions I have, whirrs into life.
So sometimes, I just have to wonder if the "top 25 most played" iTunes are any reflection of my current musical inclinations, or just mindless technology? I'm going to examine this list to determine if I've sold a piece of my soul to my iPod.
(Play counts current as of this posting, and based on songs added beginning in June 2005 and out of 910 current songs. Song playing while blogging: "Cellophane" by the Wondermints.)
1. "Float On" by Modest Modest (play count: 44)
Yes, this was possibly the single of 2004, the most well-produced track of the year. I like it a lot, love it when it comes on my "Beep Beep" playlist when running. But it's not on my top list "in real life."
2. "This is the Last Time" by Keane (play count: 39)
I think Keane's made it to this spot because of how often I listened to the "Hopes and Fears" album last year. I've weaned off of them by now.
3. "Everybody's Changing" by Keane (play count: 38)
Did I really listen to Keane that much?!
4. "Game of Love" by Santana featuring Michelle Branch (play count: 37)
Oh, I still do adore this song, mostly because it reminds me of Los Angeles, fall of 2002. I was there on a business trip with Moskal and Manrique, and we had crazy wild fun. I mean, imagine pulling up to the Chateau Marmont in a Ford Taurus.
("Kissing a Fool" by George Michael.)
5. "Sting O'Luv" by the Wondermints (play count: 37)
This is from their best album, in my opinion, "Bali." A great tune in the style of 1960s surfer mod, but how I feel about it doesn't really deserve a number 5 spot.
6. "More, More, More" by Andrea True Connection (play count: 35)
Eeeks, guilty. What an infectious disco ditty!
7. "Gene Autry" by Beulah (play count: 35)
My very first favourite Beulah song, and one of their very best. When I get to California, I'm gonna write my name in the sand.
8. "Bright Future in Sales" by Fountains of Wayne (play count: 35)
One of my all-time favourite FoW songs from my favourite album, "Welcome Interstate Managers." Another good running song.
9. "Never Know" by Jack Johnson (play count: 34)
This is the kind of song to fall asleep to on a beach in the North Shore of Oahu, a soft wave at your toes. Instead, I fell asleep to it basking in the sun on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu. Close enough.
("Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli)
10. "Me and Jesus Don't Talk Anymore" by Beulah (play count: 33)
I never used to like this song from Beulah's "Yoko" album, but now I do.
11. "Centerfield" by John Fogerty (play count: 33)
Oh, what a classic! I'll never forget John at the "Vote for Change" tour, playing this on a guitar shaped like a bat.
12. "Robinson Crusoe" by the Redwalls (play count: 33)
When I was nuts about local band the Redwalls last summer, I played this song incessantly. These days, their faux Manchester accent bugs me a little. Come on, you're from Northbrook, Illinois. Your families shop at Jewel-Osco.
13. "Landslide Baby" by Beulah (play count: 32)
I'm really pleased about the Beulah representation, but the rest of the my top four Bs (Bruce, Brian, Beasties) are a no-show!
("Could It Be I'm Falling in Love?" by The Spinners.)
14. "Please Forgive Me" by David Gray (play count: 32)
OK, David Gray, OK! You played two good shows in Chicago last year.
15. "Breakdown" by Jack Johnson (play count: 32)
My favourite song from last year's "In Between Dreams" album, it's for anyone who loves to hit the road.
16. "Bend and Break" by Keane (play count: 32)
This is getting embarrassing.
17. "Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (play count: 32)'
I prefer "Ain't No Mountain High Enough," but Marvin and Tammi go as well as hot dogs and the Cubs.
18. "Liberty Belle" by Super Furry Animals (play count: 31)
I love the Furries, as does Kow. This is one of my favourites off of 2003's "Phantom Planet."
("Sail Away" by David Gray.)
19. "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC (play count: 30)
It puts a hop in my step when I'm running!
20. "Livin' Thing" by the Electric Light Orchestra (play count: 30)
So what if I like Jeff Lynne? He was a Travellin' Wilbury!
21. "Zoom" by Fat Larry's Band (play count: 30)
If you know this song, please let me know. It's a 1980s R&B classic, and I remember the video from an Adam Curry 1983 countdown of the best videos program.
22. "Freeze Frame" by J. Geils Band (play count: 30)
Any friend of Bruce's is a friend of mine -- Peter Wolf is always on stage with the Man when he hits Boston.
23. "Better Together" by Jack Johnson (play count: 30)
Another by-product of constant playing of a single album.
24. "Crazy in Love" by Beyonce featuring Jay-Z (play count: 29)
OK, I would love to be able to do that dance move in the video.
25. "September" by Earth Wind & Fire (play count: 29)
Brandhorst would be so proud!
("Time to Get Alone" by the Beach Boys.)
But I like listening to my iTunes on shuffle, it helps to set and change the mood throughout the day. There are times when I feel like we're of the same mind... I've often thought, as I'm listening to iScream (iPod nomenclature) during the old days of the L commute downtown, how about some Captain and Tenille? And he'll oblige with "Love Will Keep Us Together." Or, "Born to Run" with Peter Buck from the "Vote for Change" tour? And that one, out of five live versions I have, whirrs into life.
So sometimes, I just have to wonder if the "top 25 most played" iTunes are any reflection of my current musical inclinations, or just mindless technology? I'm going to examine this list to determine if I've sold a piece of my soul to my iPod.
(Play counts current as of this posting, and based on songs added beginning in June 2005 and out of 910 current songs. Song playing while blogging: "Cellophane" by the Wondermints.)
1. "Float On" by Modest Modest (play count: 44)
Yes, this was possibly the single of 2004, the most well-produced track of the year. I like it a lot, love it when it comes on my "Beep Beep" playlist when running. But it's not on my top list "in real life."
2. "This is the Last Time" by Keane (play count: 39)
I think Keane's made it to this spot because of how often I listened to the "Hopes and Fears" album last year. I've weaned off of them by now.
3. "Everybody's Changing" by Keane (play count: 38)
Did I really listen to Keane that much?!
4. "Game of Love" by Santana featuring Michelle Branch (play count: 37)
Oh, I still do adore this song, mostly because it reminds me of Los Angeles, fall of 2002. I was there on a business trip with Moskal and Manrique, and we had crazy wild fun. I mean, imagine pulling up to the Chateau Marmont in a Ford Taurus.
("Kissing a Fool" by George Michael.)
5. "Sting O'Luv" by the Wondermints (play count: 37)
This is from their best album, in my opinion, "Bali." A great tune in the style of 1960s surfer mod, but how I feel about it doesn't really deserve a number 5 spot.
6. "More, More, More" by Andrea True Connection (play count: 35)
Eeeks, guilty. What an infectious disco ditty!
7. "Gene Autry" by Beulah (play count: 35)
My very first favourite Beulah song, and one of their very best. When I get to California, I'm gonna write my name in the sand.
8. "Bright Future in Sales" by Fountains of Wayne (play count: 35)
One of my all-time favourite FoW songs from my favourite album, "Welcome Interstate Managers." Another good running song.
9. "Never Know" by Jack Johnson (play count: 34)
This is the kind of song to fall asleep to on a beach in the North Shore of Oahu, a soft wave at your toes. Instead, I fell asleep to it basking in the sun on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu. Close enough.
("Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli)
10. "Me and Jesus Don't Talk Anymore" by Beulah (play count: 33)
I never used to like this song from Beulah's "Yoko" album, but now I do.
11. "Centerfield" by John Fogerty (play count: 33)
Oh, what a classic! I'll never forget John at the "Vote for Change" tour, playing this on a guitar shaped like a bat.
12. "Robinson Crusoe" by the Redwalls (play count: 33)
When I was nuts about local band the Redwalls last summer, I played this song incessantly. These days, their faux Manchester accent bugs me a little. Come on, you're from Northbrook, Illinois. Your families shop at Jewel-Osco.
13. "Landslide Baby" by Beulah (play count: 32)
I'm really pleased about the Beulah representation, but the rest of the my top four Bs (Bruce, Brian, Beasties) are a no-show!
("Could It Be I'm Falling in Love?" by The Spinners.)
14. "Please Forgive Me" by David Gray (play count: 32)
OK, David Gray, OK! You played two good shows in Chicago last year.
15. "Breakdown" by Jack Johnson (play count: 32)
My favourite song from last year's "In Between Dreams" album, it's for anyone who loves to hit the road.
16. "Bend and Break" by Keane (play count: 32)
This is getting embarrassing.
17. "Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (play count: 32)'
I prefer "Ain't No Mountain High Enough," but Marvin and Tammi go as well as hot dogs and the Cubs.
18. "Liberty Belle" by Super Furry Animals (play count: 31)
I love the Furries, as does Kow. This is one of my favourites off of 2003's "Phantom Planet."
("Sail Away" by David Gray.)
19. "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC (play count: 30)
It puts a hop in my step when I'm running!
20. "Livin' Thing" by the Electric Light Orchestra (play count: 30)
So what if I like Jeff Lynne? He was a Travellin' Wilbury!
21. "Zoom" by Fat Larry's Band (play count: 30)
If you know this song, please let me know. It's a 1980s R&B classic, and I remember the video from an Adam Curry 1983 countdown of the best videos program.
22. "Freeze Frame" by J. Geils Band (play count: 30)
Any friend of Bruce's is a friend of mine -- Peter Wolf is always on stage with the Man when he hits Boston.
23. "Better Together" by Jack Johnson (play count: 30)
Another by-product of constant playing of a single album.
24. "Crazy in Love" by Beyonce featuring Jay-Z (play count: 29)
OK, I would love to be able to do that dance move in the video.
25. "September" by Earth Wind & Fire (play count: 29)
Brandhorst would be so proud!
("Time to Get Alone" by the Beach Boys.)
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