Firsts and Favourites: Music Meme

Here’s another music meme I got off Rol.

List 10 musical artists (or bands) you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below). Really, don’t read the questions below until you pick your ten artists!!!

1. Manic Street Preachers
3. Patrick Wolf
4. The Smiths
5. The Clash
6. Pulp
7. The Indelicates
8. McCarthy
9. David Bowie
10. Stars

What was the first song you ever heard by 6?

Common People. I was watching a mind-numbing stream of music videos about twelve years ago, and then this spindly man with limp wrists and clever lyrics came on the screen – first in a shopping cart and then clapping around hip-level and waggling his finger. I fell in love and have been a disciple of Mr. Cocker ever since.

What is your favorite song of 8?

I have a fair number of favourites from McCarthy, but We Are All Bourgeois Now is one of the catchiest and most memorable for me. And it’s so true, it hurts. But I also really love the lyrics of We Are All Born Creeps:

Evil first entered the world when Adam and Eve tried to know.
They tested the apple of death and Original Sin was passed on from them to us.
So when we’re born, we are bad.
There’s no evil that we’ll not do.
But God’s love can turn us around!
And then we can become warm-hearted people.
That’s what it says in the Bible, and oh, well it may be true.

It may be true what it says,
But in these godless days to Science we look for the truth.
And what does Science say?
That selfishness is in our genes.

So when we’re born we are bad.
Each one of us longs to compete.
And only the strong ones survive.
They reach for the top!
They make all the big money!
And those born with less strong genes –
Well, they make ends meet as dustmen and things like that.
It’s hard, but it’s natural.
Nature won’t be messed with.
Do you want to live in Russia?
No, it’s hard, but it’s natural.
Nature won’t be messed with.

What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?

If you really want to know, read here.

What is your favorite lyric of 5?

I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn’t born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That’s how it’s been all around me


White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk Rockers in the UK
They won’t notice anyway
They’re all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it’s funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They’d send a limousine anyway

Or…several others.

How many times have you seen 4 live?

Don’t rub it in. They were broken up by the time I was five years old. I haven’t even had a chance to see Morrissey live yet.

What is your favorite song by 7?

Ooh….I guess I have to say We Hate the Kids (they have so many brilliant songs). But Waiting for Pete Doherty to Die and New Art for the People are close seconds.

Is there any song by 3 that makes you sad?

Nothing stands out immediately. Some of his songs fill me with a bittersweet feeling, but nothing actually sad.

What is your favorite song by 9?

A favourite song by Bowie? How is that possible to choose? I’ve adored the man since I was eight years old. I refuse to choose. It’s a three-way tie between Life On Mars, The Man Who Sold the World, and “Heroes.”

When did you first get into 2?

I think it was 2005 when I first read about IAMX. I had heard about the Sneaker Pimps only in passing and had never really checked them out, so Chris Corner’s name wasn’t on my radar. Then, of all places and people, I read about IAMX in Noel Fielding’s column of recommendations in the NME.

How did you get into 3?

I’m not entirely sure. I first heard about Patrick Wolf back in the days when I actually read music magazines, so it could have very well been in a few of those. I remember being impressed by his clothing (one photo had him wearing a strange hoodie with large, felt rabbits stuck to it) and then by the descriptions of his multi-instrumental music. He sounded Bowiesque on paper, so soon after, I ordered a copy of Lycanthropy. Then Wind in the Wires. And from there on in, I’ve been anticipating and buying all subsequent albums and singles. All because he first blew my mind to bits with the dark experimentalism and imagery of that first album. He was always the whole package, and I’ve admired that.

What is your favorite song by 4?

This is getting ridiculous. I’m supposed to pinpoint my favourite Bowie song, and now one from The Smiths? Okay, I’ll pick the one that gets me everytime and fills me with a melancholy racing: There is a Light That Never Goes Out.

How many times have you seen 9 live?

Once, but it was one of the best nights of my life. I was third row on the floor at the old Winnipeg Arena for the Reality Tour, screaming my brains out with one friend who was screaming equally as nuttily and one friend who didn’t seem to know why she was there (the latter isn’t a friend of mine anymore – enough said). I know I’ll never have that kind of opportunity again, especially for the pitiful sum of $75 for a ticket. There are still moments when I have flashbacks of Bowie standing right above me on the raised platform as he moved to stage left. Needless to say, the screaming friend and I were hoarse and wild-eyed at the end of it.

What is a good memory concerning 2?

Seeing IAMX live in both Toronto and Detroit within days of each other. For the full account, click here. The shorter version is that I went on my own to the Toronto show a couple of years ago, met some other fans, including a girl who gave me a ride back to my hotel. She then came up with the rather fannish idea to follow IAMX to the next stop in Detroit two nights later. I didn’t need much convincing despite having coursework to do for my MA, and thus, went with a virtual stranger down into the States and back, returning to my apartment at about 4:00AM, just to experience IAMX live once more. It was all more than worth it. I get that music fan mist that falls over my eyes sometimes – it’s like some people’s bloodmist when they’re angry – and I do things that seem highly unlikely or highly dangerous. But my instincts have never failed me.

Is there a song by 8 that makes you sad?

They’re all rather sad because they’re about the reality of society and its political trappings. For the most part, these songs are brutalizing in the lyrics, but sweetly melodic in the music. The Way of the World comes to mind as a heartbreaker.

What is your favorite song by 1?

Motorcycle Emptiness. It breaks my heart again and again, and when I see them perform it live, I find it hard not to throw myself on the floor and speak in tongues.

How did you become a fan of 10?

Through a former co-worker actually. He and I developed a sort of odd work relationship in which we sometimes had long discussions about linguistics, orality and literacy, existentialism, books, music, and films. And sometimes we didn’t speak to each other for weeks. I’ll always remember him asking me if I liked The Smiths, and when I enthusiastically said I did, he said I should try out the Canadian band, Stars. I did, and I’ve loved them ever since. And every time I listen to What I’m Trying to Say, and hear the chorus, which goes, “I am trying to say/What I want to say/Without having to say/”I love you,” I think of that co-worker. Why? Because I remember him telling me how much that particular lyric resonated with him, and considering his outlook on sex and relationships, it made a lot of sense. And he was kind of the first person I had met that had those kinds of views. He had a bohemian charm, but that wore thin sometimes. I also distinctly remember him saying something like “I’ve just fallen in love with you” to which I replied “I think you and I have drastically different ideas of what love is.”

We Are All Born Creeps – McCarthy

What I’m Trying to Say – Stars


2 Responses to “Firsts and Favourites: Music Meme”

  1. 1 Rol
    December 13, 2009 at 2:56 pm

    Great stuff. Thanks for playing.

  2. 2 Mickenzy
    December 13, 2009 at 8:01 pm

    As the screaming friend, I’m tempted to do this one…

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The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave


So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test

The Smiths Queen is Dead

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

But you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine

The Clash London Calling

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun


Charles Windsor, who's at the door

At such an hour, who's at the door

In the back of an old green Cortina

You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes

The kind you hoped were dead

They've come to chop, to chop off your head


Then you came with your breezeblocks

Smashing up my face like a bus-stop

You think you're giving

But you're taking my life away


Won't someone give me more fun?

(and the skin flies all around us)

We kiss in his room to a popular tune

Oh, real drowners


Don't walk away

In silence

See the danger

Always danger

Endless talking

Life rebuilding

Don't walk away

Walk in silence

Don't turn away in silence

Your confusion

My illusion

Worn like a mask of self-hate

Confronts and then dies

Don't walk away


You don't want to hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder

Oh there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love

Tell me we both matter don't we

The Associates Affectionate

I don't know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender


I wake at dusk to go alone without a light

To the unknown

I want this night inside of me

I want to feel

I want this speeding

I want that speeding


You'll never live like common people

You'll never do what common people do

You'll never fail like common people

You'll never watch your life slide out of view

And dance and drink and screw

Because there's nothing else to do

Vanilla Swingers

All I have is words, words that don't obtain

And I feel I'm a stain on your horizon

So I stay away - it's easier that way

And there won't be no-one I need to rely on

Is it him, is it me

Or is there something only I can see

How did I get here, why do we blow around like straw dogs on the breeze

I'm a special one, what they used to say

But I've to stay on, finish levels-A

You don't need exams when you've read John Gray

The Indelicates American Demo

And nobody ever comes alive

And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies

And boys who should know better grin and get high

With fat men who once met the MC5

And no one discusses what they don't understand

And no one does anything to harm the brand

And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard

Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar

JAMC Darklands

And we tried so hard

And we looked so good

And we lived our lives in black


Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe,

Take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side


Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard:

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town...that they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come - nuclear bomb


Back when we were kids

We would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything

Wire Pink Flag

Prices have risen since the government fell

Casualties increase as the enemy shell

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive

And sooner or later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent, running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape


Well, maybe there's a god above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning


My body is your body

I won't tell anybody

If you want to use my body

Go for it


Oh it's opening time

Down on Fascination Street

So let's cut the conversation

And get out for a bit

Because I feel it all fading and paling

And I'm begging

To drag you down with me

Mansun Six

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity

Did you see the way I cowered to authority

You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway

It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

Japan Gentlemen

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids

They fall in love, they fall in love


We just want to emote til we're dead

I know we suffer for fashion

Or whatever

We don't want these days to ever end

We just want to emasculate them forever

Forever, forever

Pretty sirens don't go flat

It's not supposed to happen like that

Longpigs The Sun

There's no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else

In bed

Calvin Harris I Created Disco

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's

I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's


Does his makeup in his room

Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eyeholes in a paper bag

Greatest lay I ever had

Kind of guy who mates for life

Gotta help him find a wife

We're a couple, when our bodies double

Simple Minds Sons and Fascination

Summer rains are here

Savaged beauty life

Falling here from grace

Sister feeling call

Cruising land to land

No faith no creed no soul

Half a world away

Beauty sleeps in time

Sound and fury play

Bloc Party Silent Alarm

North to south


Running on


As if to say, as if to say

He doesn't like chocolate

He's born a liar, he'll die a liar

Some things will never be different


LCD Soundsystem

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house

I've waited 7 years and 15 days

There's every kid for miles at my house, my house

And the neighbors can't...call the police

There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house

Because the jocks can't...get in the door

Johnny Boy

I just can't help believing

Though believing sees me cursed

Stars Set Yourself

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say "I love you"

Josef K Entomology

It took 10 years to realise why the angels start to cry

When you go home down the main

Your happy smile

Your funny name

Cocteau Twins Bluebell


Doesn't she look a million with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Yes, she's a beautiful brunette angel from heaven with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Augment a beautiful brunette

New Order Power Corruption

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When you've laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are


You must let her go

She's not crying



Feeling like I'm waiting

Modern times



Hating to distraction

Just leave them alone


Girls in the back

Girls in the back

Puressence Don't Forget

They say come back to earth and start getting real, yeah

I say come back to earth and start getting real

I know I can't


So I walk right up to you

And you walk all over me

And I ask you what you want

And you tell me what you need


The problem of leisure

What to do for pleasure

Ideal love a new purchase

A market of the senses

Dream of the perfect life

Economic circumstances

The body is good business

Sell out, maintain the interest


Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again

Going round in a circle I can't get out

Then I look around thinking day and night and day

Then you look around - there must be some explanation

And the tension builds

Psychdedelic Furs

India, India

You're my love song

India, you're my love song

In the flowers

You can have me in the flowers

We will dance alone

And live our useless lives

Ladytron Light Magic

They only want you when you're seventeen

When you're twenty-one

You're no fun

They take a polaroid and let you go

Say they'll let you know


No consolation prizes

Spit out your lies and chewing gum

Cut off your hair yeah that's it!

If you look like that I swear I'm gonna love you more


All the neighbors are startin' up a fire

Burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars.

My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids

But my heart keeps watchin' through the skin of my eyelids


Prince charming

Prince charming

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of

Don't you ever, don't you ever

Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome


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