Best Music of the Decade

For the past few months I have been thinking long and hard about this list. I've added songs, deleted songs, changed my own rules for the list and so on. Music is a huge part of my life and I often identify certain events in my life with a song. This list is my way of reflecting upon the music that helped shape my decade.

For a lot of the artists mentioned, I could have listed whole albums and been okay with my decision. I included honorable mention next to some of the songs to show that those songs could just have easily been on my list - but how interesting would a list full of David Gray, Coldplay, Sheryl Crow and the Dixie Chicks really be?

After reading this list, please tell me what I left out.

50 - La Cienega Just Smiled - Ryan Adams
49 - Van Lear Rose - Loretta Lynn
48 - I Always Liked That Best - Cyndi Thomson
47 - What It Feels Like For A Girl - Madonna
46 - Feels Like Today - Rascal Flatts
45 - Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
44 - Paris - Faith Hill (Honorable Mention: Where Are You Christmas - yes, I'm serious)
43 - Wait My Turn - Moses Mayfield
42 - California - Rufus Wainwright
41 - Cable Car - The Fray
40 - Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood
39 - Daughters - John Mayer
38 - I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack
37 - Beautiful - Christina Aguilera
36 - You're Beautiful - James Blunt
35 - Forever and For Always - Shania Twain
34 - Ms. Jackson - OutKast
33 - Nothing Left to Lose - Mat Kearney
32 - I Don't Want To Be - Gavin DeGraw
31 - What Was I Thinkin' - Dierks Bentley
30 - Safe and Sound - Sheryl Crow (Honorable Mention: Soak Up the Sun, Good Is Good)
29 - Use Somebody - Kings of Leon
28 - What Goes Around - Justin Timberlake
27 - I'm With You - Avril Lavigne
26 - Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani
25 - If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys
24 - Crystal Village - Pete Yorn (Honorable Mention: Ice Age)
23 - This Love - Maroon 5
22 - Grace Kelly - MIKA
21 - When You're On Top - The Wallflowers
20 - Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
19 - Paper Planes - M.I.A.
18 - Lose Yourself - Eminem
17 - Jolene - Ray LaMontagne (Honorable Mention: Let It Be Me)
16 - Things Have Changed - Bob Dylan (Honorable Mention: Mississippi)
15 - Hey Ya - OutKast
14 - Such Great Heights - The Postal Service
13 - Travelin' Soldier - Dixie Chicks (Honorable Mention: Not Ready To Make Nice)
12 - Babylon - David Gray (Honorable Mention: Nemesis)
11 - Umbrella - Rhianna
10 - I'm Yours - Jason Mraz
9 - Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
8 - Irreplaceable - Beyonce
7 - Don't Know Why - Norah Jones
6 - Mr. Brightside - The Killers (Honorable Mention: All These Things That I've Done)
5 - Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
4 - My City of Ruins - Bruce Springsteen
3 - Walk On - U2 (Honorable Mention: Beautiful Day)
2 - Float On - Modest Mouse
1 - Viva la Vida - Coldplay (Honorable Mention: Yellow, Clocks, In My Place, The Scientist)

Sharing new material

I've been doing some writing lately and finally have something that I think is worth posting. Here's some lyrics to a song that I'm currently writing music for. I hope to keep the creative juices flowing long enough to get this recorded ... we'll see.

Denver (Key of E - 3/4)

In pitch black
Lost on a lonely back road
I changed plans
And kept moving on, who knows
What that sleepy town might have had in store

For a wide-eyed
Hungry, young soul at a time
When my dreams
Like the air that I breathed
Supplied and fueled the need
To find something more

I never did at the time
But I can’t help it now

Looking back
In no time at all
I think of those days
And I can’t remember
Looking back
I wish I’d have stopped
To see what I could
But in no time at all
I was hours past Denver
And kept moving on

In pitch black
Wishing I could turn back time
I toss and turn
In the middle of my prime
I passed up the chance
To do something undone

I was moving so fast
I couldn’t see what I missed

Looking back
In no time at all
I think of those days
And I can’t remember
Looking back
I wish I’d have stopped
To see what I could
But in no time at all
I was decades past Denver
And kept moving on

In no time at all
Keep moving on
And in no time at all
You’ll keep moving on
‘til in no time at all
Your life will be gone

Looking back
In no time at all
I think of those days
And I can’t remember
Looking back
You’ll wish you slowed down
And taken it in
To feel the surrender

In pitch black
Lost on a lonely back road
I changed plans

And the Grammy Goes To ...

After reading this article, I think it's safe to predict that Elvis Costello's Secret, Profane & Sugarcane album will at the very least be nominated for Album of the Year at the 2010 Grammy Awards and will most likely be the "shocking" and "surprising" winner that no one saw coming. Just read the following quote and tell me this album is not a Grammy-voter's wet dream:

Ten of the album's tracks are new Costello compositions, including two written with Burnett (That's Grammy award winning producer T Bone Burnett - producer of last year's winning album "Raising Sand" and the "O Brother Where Art Thou" soundtrack, which won in 2002). One song, " I Felt The Chill," was written by Costello and Loretta Lynn, while two of the album's tracks -- "Hidden Same" and "Boom Chicka Boom -- were originally written by Costello for Johnny Cash.

You heard it here first folks. Sorry U2, you're not winning this year.

"Crazy woman meets Scandinavian man, calls him an alien and makes the news 20 years later"

How this story made it to the front page of CNN online is beyond me. I guess I should call the news and tell them about that one time I found my dorm house cleaner rummaging through the dumpster and how I was terrified and convinced that she was from another planet.

I wonder if CNN was in print, whether or not this would be a story worth telling.

WEHT - Cyndi Thompson

I'm debuting a new feature on my blog called, "What Ever Happened To ..." where I will profile a musician, artist, actor, athlete or anyone else that has fallen off the radar that I wish would come back. Why am I doing this? Well, mainly because I feel like it. I understand that this blog gets very little readership and that I am probably writing this for myself, but on the off chance that someone is reading this, especially someone connected to some of the artists that I am profiling, maybe I will somehow be credited for their comeback. Then, I shall have the last laugh ... mwahhahahaha mwahhahaha, okay enough. On to the first WEHT profile.

So, WEHT Cyndi Thompson? In case you don't know, Cyndi Thompson released possibly the best debut album by a country female with 2001's My World. With songs like What I Really Meant to Say, I Always Liked That Best and If You Were Mine, Thompson showed that she had an unmatched ability to make every word sound sexy as hell and write some pretty damn good songs.

After about a year on the charts Thompson wrote an open letter to her label and her fans saying that she was walking away from the recording business due to the overwhelming pressures of the industry. Who knows what really happened, but about a year ago I read that she was back on Capitol Nashville's roster only to very recently find out that she has again been dropped. Doesn't Nashville understand that there are people, especially in Southern Maryland, who are eagerly awaiting the return of Cyndi Thompson to the industry, if for no other reason than to stare at the album cover and the subsequent pictures inside? All kidding aside, Thompson's My World is one of my favorite albums of the decade and I can't wait until the day she decides to come back and release another one.

It looks like there is some good news on the horizon. Cyndi Thompson has recently started a Twitter account and there is some recent activity on her MySpace page, including a new song! In fact, there's some chatter about a new album in the spring. I'll believe it when I see it, but maybe the first WEHT profile will turn into a TGTRNTBADTMAC - thank God they read Not Their Blog and decided to make a comeback ... duh.

On Work and Buildings

I am finding it necessary to discuss the conditions in which I work in order to paint a very realistic picture of what it’s like to be employed at the administrative offices of a public school system. This is not me complaining, because Lord knows I’m happy to have a stable job that I enjoy (most of the time) in these economic times. Instead, this is an agenda-free glimpse into my daytime life.

Really what I want to discuss is the building that I work in. The more and more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is. I literally work in a two-story building with only one other person, who is often out shooting video at our schools, thus leaving me alone for a majority of the day. I used to work in a building across the street where there are at least one hundred employees. After a year and a half, everyone still thinks I work in that building. They are surprised when they see that my old desk is occupied by someone else and they often say how they are jealous that I am in my “new” building. If only they knew …

The building used to be a government bomb shelter/testing facility and I’ve heard rumors that unmarked cars still visit the site regularly to “take readings” and “acquire data” from the humongous radio tower infested with blackbirds next to the building. I was also informed when I moved over here that there is a room upstairs with a large shaft that connects to a tunnel that at one point splits into two tunnels and “goes on forever.” All of this was said in a, “Can you believe it’s now an office building that you’ll be working in permanently?” type of way. No, quite frankly … I can’t believe it. The previous occupant of the building was the manager of our school system’s Indian education program/museum, who was released from the system after it was discovered that she was using the building as her own personal daycare facility. There’s really no point to this fact, other than I thought it to be a humorous little tid-bit.

Sometimes we are graced by the presence of a large group that meets upstairs. Now, I’m not sure what this group of supposed school system employees actually meets about, but I am normally subject to frequent banging, raucous laughter and the occasional echoed belch whenever they are here. Occasionally, people stumble into the office and ask if this is where they “pick up their gun” or “get their uniform.” I know you all are logically thinking that maybe they have this building confused with the police barracks close by, but I assure you, that is not the case. When my co-worker is here, we often just look at each other in sheer disbelief.

Lately, we’ve had the pleasure of having to walk to a different building to go to the bathroom because they are replacing all of the toilets and stalls in the building. I’m actually not too upset about this seeing as how our toilets were a puke/mustard/brown color with permanent brown “stains” smeared on the stall walls. But, it’s no picnic walking outside to go to the bathroom in 20-degree windy weather.

The whole reason why I moved over into this building was because the school system put money into converting several rooms into a television studio. That’s all well and good, but when I told the maintenance guys that studios are usually dark, they took me way too literally and painted every possible nook and cranny black. They also gave me only two extremely dim lights to light the entire room, failing to realize that its not customary behavior to always keep big, hot studio lights on for everyday lighting needs, like say when you’re trying to position a set piece or just tidy up the space. So I’m often left with massive pit stains in my nice shirt and tie and an attractive sweaty forehead when I need to do work in the pitch black, windowless studio. And I can’t imagine what the electricity bill is like over here.

I used to have coffee every morning in my old office. It wasn’t the greatest, but it did the trick. Someone from the old office was nice enough to give me a coffee pot when I moved over to this building. It was a very nice gesture, but in reality the coffee pot is a constant reminder that we can’t make coffee over here because the water has an orangish tint to it and tastes like what I think volcano mist would taste like. They also don’t deliver cases of Dasani bottled water over here like they do in my old office. But that’s ok, occasionally the soda machine that takes dollars only – no change – decides to work properly.

Like I said, I’m not complaining, simply stating the facts of my glamorous work conditions. If you ever catch yourself thinking, “I can’t take this cube for one more minute,” just remember your old pal Steven and try to imagine me sitting alone in this pitch-black former bomb shelter drinking water that I brought from home denying someone their right to pick up their gun.