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I may be stepping into a snake pit here because when it comes to music, pretty much everyone takes a different line. So if I come on with a "Sammy Hagar rules!", you'll just as likely mutter "How Stone Age dude, go away..." But I also know that the proper tunes can get one's psyche juiced for the task at hand.
Santa must've understood this when he slipped a Rio 600 portable MP3 player into my stocking this year. You load up these little electronic marvels with selections from your personal Top 100, strap on the headphones, then go do your thing. Workouts have never been such a rush. And the best part: No sleazy car dealerships screaming at you like they do on the radio.
'K so I'm out on a run one day plugged into the Rio and I'm thinking how very amped this particular set of music is getting me and it occurs to me that I ought to post the same said set to the web site. It'd be both a public service to the musically curious *and* a way to flesh out the pitifully meager content of this place, all in one!
Below is the playlist of tracks that just happen to work for me on this particular day. If you have an MP3 player with 32Mb or more of memory, then these will fit into it just fine. If you don't, you can still listen to them on your computer using player software like Nullsoft's Winamp. Keep in mind too that you'll actually be downloading the files from my computer at home over a rather finicky DSL line. So it may not work all that great every time.
Green Onions - Booker T. & The MG's : What is it about this instrumental standard from the 60s that shifts the state of one's senses to yellow alert? It's as if that first little guitar riff signals you to lower your Ray-Bans, scan the room, and adopt your best anything-can-happen-but-I'm-ready posture. If that doesn't do it for you, then watching the drag race scene at the end of American Graffiti will.
Burnin' Sky - Bad Company : How vocalist Paul Rodgers finesses this lyric of escaping prisoner desperation into a smoking, high voltage, rock masterpiece baffles my quite non-musical mind. The man just grabs a fistful of words and stretches, smears and energizes them into a tapestry barely resembling the lexicon from which they started.
And if you were like me and weren't *quite* sure if you understood all of the third verse after, say, the seventh time through, then click here for the cheat sheet.
Daughters of the Sea - Doobie Brothers