My real name is Ryan Stone. With that name, I’m pretty much stuck with Like a Rhinestone Cowboy.
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My real name is Ryan Stone. With that name, I’m pretty much stuck with Like a Rhinestone Cowboy.
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I like this song by the Propellerheads called “Take California.” Such a cool walking around song.
“Annie Christmas” for the in-folk (people who get the ALW reference) and “Desperado” by the Eagles for those who don’t.
Wild by Poe
Sadly, most of the time it’s Sorrow, by Pink Floyd.
Sometimes, though, when the weather is just right, it’s either:
Salty Dog by Flogging Mollys
or
The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks, but only the -full- version, with the third verse (first version I heard of it was live, the audience went nuts when he included the non-radio-edit verse. It gave me chills.)
Well, my luck tends toward the bad kind (not really bad, just lots of little things tend to go wrong on an almost daily basis), so one time I was in the car with my husband, and Daniel Powter’s song “Bad Day” came on, and I said, “Ooh, honey, it’s my theme song,” which got a laugh out of him.
But seriously, I tend to think of Steely Dan’s “Almost Gothic” as mine, for some reason. And Dire Straits’ “Portobello Belle” (which really makes no sense, as I’m a Merkin). And a Michelle Shocked tune - not sure of the title, but the chorus goes “oh, the trouble I’ve seen, I seem to learn everything the hard way, well I’m not old enough to be on my own, but I’m much too young to stay.”
I bet I have a lot more I just can’t think of at the moment.
"Pure and Easy" I like the version on Odds and Sods
What was your theme song before 2004?
What was your theme song before 2004?
Good Ol’ Boys - Waylon Jennings
When I was first dating my ex-girlfriend, it was Glory of Love by Peter Cetera. Because I was like a knight in shining armor. From a long time ago.
Mortal Kombat.
Roy Budd, The Final Option
“Always Late” - by Lefty Frizzell
“First Cut is the Deepest”
I didn’t have one.
When I heard “Dare” for the first time, I looked at my husband in awe and said, “There it is. That’s my song. I’ve been waiting forever!”
So now I have one.
Definitely Loser.
“Non piu andrai.” It’s what I usually sing in the shower. Horrifically off-key.
I think mine is the Rasputina version of “If Your Kisses Won’t Hold the Man You Love, Then Your Tears Won’t Bring Him Back”
Martyn Bennett’s “Tongues of Kali” is pretty fitting for me.
Sometimes it’s Atahualpa’s Se Fue. (Very small band, from Peru they use native Incan instruments.) Se Fue means “she left” which I feel celebrates my freedom from my previous abusive marriage. (Even though it’s sung from the man’s perspective, I can just picture the woman dancing as she leaves, free and happy finally. The music is very upbeat, and uplifting.) However that is not all that I am so, that is why I chose the other song as a primary theme.
Never heard of this, nor any of the other songs you mention, but at least I have heard of Genesis. Used to be really hip to have their stuff on your turntable back in the mid 70s in my boarding school. The lead singer at the time, Gabriel, was a fellow public schoolboy - except he’d left school by then, of course - so I guess people looked up to him as a kind of rebel role model. Met up with some of these guys at a school reunion a few years back (only one I ever managed to attend), and they were all lawyers an accountants now, or did things in the City which I couldn’t begin to understand but basically involved making lots of money. Same as lawyers and accountants, essentially, I guess.
And there was me doing crazy things like self publishing books that no one bought and taking people to court, and I’d been the guy who didn’t listen to rock; in fact, I didn’t even have a record player. Just used to listen to the radio sometimes. Closest I got to rebelling was to listen the football in bed with my earplugs (as we used to call them), and sometimes this dude called Brian Hayes on Radio London, a brusque Australian who’d run a midnight phone-in show, except he’d cut everyone off that he didn’t like. Kind of like his style.
Gee, I’m rambling. Smoothly, though, I hope, if, certainly, not concisely. Nver thoguth of it like this before, but, now you mention it, I think I was born with whimsy. Gets me in a lot of trouble with people who think I’m drawing attention to their pomposity when all I’m doing is, well, just that.
Strange how they can’t take it.