Published by Tamara on 30 Sep 2006
As part of my ongoing quest to listen to more music in the apartment (it’s checked off the 101 in 1001 list) I try to sift through the ginormous iTunes library on my computer and find songs I either have never listened to, or that I haven’t listened to in months. For the 2 of you who have never seen the iTunes interface, it gives you basic information, including number of times the song has played, and the most recent date on which it played. It also tells you how much music you have on your computer. Right now my computer is sitting pretty with 11 days, 2 hours, 24 minutes and 26 seconds of music. That’s slightly inflated because I have some Spanish Language programs and a few books on tape on there. (The Spanish Language programs… man, I need to get on that. Or just go ahead and learn Chinese before they invade. I guess with that logic I need to get me some alien tapes up in here. Anyone loan me their Klingon. Ooooo. I’m a nerd.)
The annoying part about this iTunes version I have and the ancient iPod I have, is that they don’t talk to each other. My iPod says I’ve played “Fame” by Irene Cara (shut up, it’s good to running music) 38 times, while iTunes isn’t so honest and says I have never once played it. Which makes the A student in me want to get the credit I deserve. I’ve tried to manually update the number of times played in iTunes, but it wouldn’t let me. Also, it felt a little like sneaking into the grade book and changing my grades. The iPod shuffle does update the iTunes interface, which is good because if I die, I want the world to know that not only is Britney Spears in the top 10 most played songs 4 times (she has good beats… shut up) but so is a classical guitarist named Vehkavarra. (Ok, fine, he’s in the top 15, but still!)
I’m not really sure why I care that I’ve never played the Paul Simon that I have on there, or even the Peter Frampton (which I really should delete, stupid Frampton). But I really hate seeing songs on there that I haven’t ever listened to. Songs I actually like (Frampton, not included in that, he’s just an example. No really. My dad gave me that. oh nevermind.) It’s even worse that Pat Benatar is just kind of sitting there, not listened to for 3 years! How is that possible? Especially since it appears I’ve played the hell out of Sean Paul.
Sometimes I put it on Party Shuffle and let the cards fall as they may, but that usually gives me a little too much Mozart and not enough Carly Simon. A little too much Spanish for Beginners (which would be an awesome J-Lo album title… hm… don’t tell her) and not enough Buena Vista Social Club. I’ve tried doing playlists, but in addition to being obsessive compulsive I also have a bit of crow in me. I see something shiny and the next thing you know I’m watching dumb videos on You Tube or trying to find a history of the New York subway system on line, and by the time I get back to iTunes I’ve forgotten what I was doing and a year later I’ll open a playlist I named something like “Awesome Songs I Should Always Be Listening To,” and it’ll have like a Sinead O’Connor song and maybe Cat Stevens. Cat Stevens, by the way, is someone you should always be listening to, what a songster.
Right now I’m listening to Simon & Garfunkel’s Concert in Central Park album and it’s… good, but there a couple of songs that (Old Friends) kind of make me think they could have left them out of the concert. Can you believe that I had never listened to it before on this computer? I can’t. I used to think I was a hippie in high school and this and Peter, Paul and Mary were like my discoveries. I used to think I was so damned original for listening to old music. That’s what I get for growing up in a small town, I didn’t know that people actually listened to hippie music anymore. From where I sat, it was all Classic Rock (man, CCR, I still love that band) and country (which kind of explains why I have a few Little Texas and Reba McIntyre songs in the library. oh, shut up.) and I was leading a musical revolution. I guess I was in my own mind.
Oh. Final song, Sound of Silence. This live version of it irritates me for some reason, I guess because the stupid crowd gets really LOUD during it. It’s the Sound of Silence, bitches. Respect. Fucking New Yorkers.