This was the hardest one yet, and I’m surprised by that. I mean, I have done plenty in life to feel guilty about. But I think I’ve just discovered that my mind doesn’t associate songs with that emotion as well as it does others. Interesting the things we learn about ourselves. Anyway, I think this is the best I can

Mainly I wish I could play guitar, period. You know, because axe-slingers get more groupies than poets. And there are a lot of songs I wish I could play. I guess one stands out, though – my favorite Rush song from my favorite Rush CD. Ladies and gentlemen, “Spirit of Radio”!

I don’t play an instrument anymore, but when I was a kid I took several years of piano and I was in the band in junior high and high school. For some reason, our band director, Mr. Mauney, loved Chicago’s “25 or 6 to 4,” so trust me when I tell you, we could rock that sucker. This video is

I’m going to be honest – today’s challenge got to me. When I was young death was an abstraction, and it wasn’t one I feared. I fear aging, but not dying, I said, and it was true. Still is, to some extent. I’d far rather kick over dead right now than to lose my ability to fend for myself, physically

It seems so very unlikely that I’ll ever get married again, but if I do I hope she’ll understand why wedding songs are requiems, why the confession of love cannot help connoting loss, betrayal, rejection. Love is the denial of these tragedies and only the existence of pain can give happiness meaning. I hope she’ll forgive me this image of

There are so many sad songs and so many things to be sad about, so I suppose there are a lot of correct answers to this one. For my part, few things are sadder than the moment when the music dies. And I have to tell you, I really miss Warren Zevon.

This is almost unfair. When I’m happy I listen to all kinds of music. When I’m not happy, there are thousands of songs that can pick me up. Seriously – the relationship between music and happy is impossible to articulate where I’m concerned. I’ll drive myself crazy if I try to come up with the definitive answer. So in the

Hmmm. What is my favorite album, anyway? A Night at the Opera? Reckoning? Zenyatta Mondatta? Million Star Hotel? Romeo at Julliard? Damn. This is tough. But I guess I’ll go with my knee-jerk response when I first saw the question and say The Unforgettable Fire. So, hope you’re enjoying your Saturday night (of course, if you are, then you’re probably

Okay, I’m afraid I have to punt on this one. Fact is, I never listen to music radio anymore. Never. There’s just no point. Once upon a time, if you wanted to get your ears on the latest, coolest tuneage, you turned on the radio. Now, if you want to get your ears on the latest, coolest tuneage, radio is

This is the toughest task yet in the challenge. There are plenty of songs I used to love that I don’t listen to much anymore. There are songs that I tolerated once but my patience has now run out on. But all the way from love to hate – that’s hard because with me love is earned for good reason

I’m afraid to think about this one, honestly. I know for a fact that I’m complex and contradictory as hell, and it would be asking a lot to come up with a thousand songs that manage to describe me. Further, I know from experience that others see me in ways I often can’t begin to recognize, which only adds to

I probably ought to invoke my 5th Amendment right against self-incrimination. But nobody made me take on the challenge, did they? So today, instead of one song that’s a guilty pleasure, let’s just go for three strikes and you’re out. If I had to pick just one, I’d start with this, which has to be about the dumbest and most