Yeah. All your lists.
Guy. Struck by so much commonality. Especially with my wife. But I can see exactly how much younger than me you are. The song I had to look up was the Cure’s She Sells Sanctuary. Best of theirs I’ve ever heard. Congratulations.
ErisGuy. You’re in big trouble. Song Envy on a bunch. Ecstasy of Gold. Peter Gabriel. (I have a great story about him.) In the Air Tonight. Jingo. Al Stewart. ZZ Top. Dave Brubeck. Orbison. Like you’ve tapped into the vein of my second hundred. Gah. Not fair.
But. You owe us the story of your relation with Tangerine Dream. Which is outsized. I’m betting it’s monumental. And as for Qntal. I can go for Celtic Cuntal as easily as the next man.
Tim. Damn. I forgot all about Pearl Jam. Also forgot that fathers would love the silent lucidity of Fur Elise. Other than that your list is, uh, surprisingly various. Broadway to classical to hardcore. So you’re not the redneck you pretend? Big surprise. New to me? Looked up your Japanese entry. Is there a story? I just don’t know that world. Then there’s the Trey Parker Matt Stone montage. Closing in on a guess you don’t really have an ear for music, just meaning. Not a bad thing. Just no chance I will ever sell you on Gorecki.
All right. I’ll keep cycling through. Finding your hot spots. But it’s hard. Imagine working through these lists. Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, say something. I’m having a ball. Listening. The saying part, not so much.
Love you all for being here. Best news. Barbara is going to add her list too. Which will be very different from all of ours. But beautiful.