Judge Me. Please.

Mighty asked me to answer these questions. Doing so probably disqualifies me from ever writing for the City Pages, but oh well, here goes...

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
Nothing really stays on my computer. I have 2796 songs on my iPod. That's 7.9 days of aural violence.

2. The CD you last bought is?
The Dears's No Cities Left. Kinda like The Arcade Fire with Morissey on vocals.

3. What is the song you last listened to?
"How soon is now" by The Smiths, from Thank You Lucky Star, live in L.A., 1986. Anthem to a thousand underage queer Mancunians. This particular version gives me major shivers.

4. Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.
1. "The State I Am In," Belle and Sebastian, Tigermilk. Most played song of mine.
2. "The Man Who Told Everything," The Doves, Lost Souls. European train trips, Sunday mornings, Landing and taking off.
3. "The Road," Turin Brakes, The Optimist LP. South Clapham, Brit indie duo, five a.m. night buses back to Brixton after wandering London all night.
4. "Libera me," from Verdi's Requiem. Sang it as a highschool student with a symphony and a 150 person choir. At the time, I thought I was experiencing God. Turns out it was just a really fucking cool feeling.
5. "Birdhouse in Your Soul," They Might Be Giants, Flood. I was not a punk in middle school. I was a nerd. And TMBG protected me. Skateboarding, Sega Genesis, stealing shopping carts.

5. Who are you going to pass the stick to?
Kate. Quelle hip.
Glen. Just curious.
Brian. Soon joining the fray, you know.

See also: who are the people in your neighborhood?; be a rebel; prepare to loose your mind.