I’m writing an “Anthem of the Week” to make up for my lack of “AotW” — the last of which I’ve written was way back in September 2011 – that’s just plain inexcusable.
I used to love music – so much. It defined me. It shaped my conversations. My attitudes. My understanding of people. It made me dance, it made me cry, it made so much sense to me. People would ask me what to listen to – what new and exciting artist is worth their time? I would name it – they would listen to it, they would love it, they would hate it and ask me for more.
Not any more.
Why? Because as much as I love music, I do not lean on it any more to define me. I know who I am and I am not musical. Unfortunately. It took me a while to accept it, far longer to just say it, but there. So what good is there in creating a mixtape if music is not what defines me?
There are two things wrong with that question: 1) I’m a movie person and movies need soundtracks; 2) Just because I do not depend on music to define and shape my interactions with the every day does not mean that music isn’t a part of me.
The Pakistani, Salvadorian, North American cultures I belong to, bring out an inner force that compels me to respond to musical rhythm. It’s very much in me and I’ve nourished that inner force by surrounding myself with music throughout the years.
Doo-Wop (That Thing) – Lauryn Hill
Devil With the Blue Dress – Wilson Pickett
Jeepster – T. Rex
53rd & 3rd – The Ramones
Please Mr. Postman – the Marvelettes
I Only Have Eyes For You – the Flamingoes
Knock On Wood – Amii Stewart
Down in Mexico – The Coasters
My Doorbell – The White Stripes
Jump in the Line – Harry Belafonte
My Sweet Lord – George Harrison
The Seed – The Roots
New Noise – Refused
U RA Fever – The Kills
1999 – Prince
Sad House Daddy – Hawksley Workman
D’yer Mak’er – Led Zeppelin
Coin-Operated Boy – the Dresden Dolls
Superstition – Stevie Wonder
Bicycle Race – Queen
Head Over Heels – Tears for Fears
Deceptacon – Le Tigre
Sharks – Cadence Weapon
Son of a Preacher Man – Dusty Springfield
These Boots Are Made for Walkin’ – Nancy Sinatra
Love Burns – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
A Boy Named Sue – Johnny Cash
**Maybe I do not pursue the discovery of new music with the same gusto as I did in my youth, but I know what I like.
Thank you Whitney French for inspiring the model of this post*