The contents of my Muvo at the moment;
Bono et al. Children of the Revolution , from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. It’s as rockin’ as a T-Rex number is going to get, and Bono doing his soul thing with it suits.
David Bowie, Queen Bitch . This is a Bowie song that an American should cover. But it sounds very well from him, all the same. Vide infra.
Buena Vista Social Club, De Camino a la Vereda . Not about the Mozilla-derived browser, thankfully. Great, and cheerful, traditionally an atypical combination.
Beck, Diamond Dogs . Bowie songs just seem to sound better from Americans. Perhaps I’ve a prejudice against whiny faux-cockney accents.
Suzanne Vega, Tom's Diner . I like the clarity of her voice, and the unpretentious repetition of the beat.
Bob Dylan, Shelter from the Storm . He sounds like someone from a coal-mining town, with a grating Germanic name. Which, of course, he is.
U2, Numb . From the people of Achtung Baby, a track worthy of David Holmes.
U2, The Wanderer . With Johnny Cash on vocals. Jayz, he could sing about the vagaries of how someone was named and I’d be happy.
Dire Straits, Walk of Life . Reminds me of when I was four, or five, and this was the coolest song in the world.
The Beatles, Michelle . The nice, subtle opposition of “en somme,” to “ensemble” cheers me up.
The Beatles, Run for your Life . I’m losing my equilibrium lately, which makes something written from the perspective of a psycho strike a chord. Now that I think of it, the more time I spend near computers, the less equilibrium I seem to have. Maybe I should consider another line of work.
I’m moving to the Amélie OST for the next few weeks. Whee.