Topping my list of writing devices is The List. Lists are bare-bones instructions, yet they are also the meat. They are written with an affectionate detachment. They mean everything—and nothing. They are shallow, yet they come from deep within your soul.
In my favorite books are lists of kinds of apples and kinds of orchids, and there is poetry in the arrangement. You keep reading because it sounds like music. My favorite list appears in my number two favorite song of all time:
a bag of dead kittens and mufflers and engines
an army of rats and Colt 45
bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans
a porcelain Jesus, your old Christmas trees
—”It’s Only Money, Tyrone,” by Marah
I recently donated fifty bucks to WTMD. I try to do it every year, even though the radio doesn’t turn me on much. But this year, I tuned in during the station’s fund drive—and its Top 500 Songs of All Time countdown. I gave because I wanted to belong to the club that voted for the Buzzcocks (“Ever Fallen In Love,” #195), even though I’d have to belong to the club that voted for “Free Bird,” too.
But nostalgia is a powerful love maker. There’s a familiarity and warmth that has you singing along with #149, smiling—if you’re of a certain age, of course. The age of our collective consciousness changes the game. It’s why you find songs by Adele and the Black Keys and Mumford and Sons and My Morning Jacket on that list, despite their having zero traction. These songs are someone’s favorites at the moment. How does yesterday’s hit overthrow the song you’ve loved for a whole life? “The Boys are Back in Town,” for instance. “Bennie and the Jets.”
My husband wants to know why we make lists of favorites at all. Who cares but the list maker? We all do! Lists are how you find a compatible mate or friend. Lists remind us who we were, who we have become, and who we still are. They bring back the summer of “Sarah Smile,” when Andrea Palefsky and I fell in love with the same boy on the beach. They remind us of the summer we pretended to love “Kashmir” for a boy—and found we really loved the song but not the boy.
My lists don’t change much. Sometimes my top four films rotate positions, but they are, always, Bladerunner, American Beauty, Lost in Translation, and Fight Club (the newest). Sometimes #5 is Garden State. Sometimes it’s Big Fish. It might even be The Runaways.
Of my top five songs, four did not make it.
5. “Bennie and the Jets,” Elton John
4. “Young Americans,” David Bowie
3. “The Boys are Back in Town,” Thin Lizzy
2. “It’s Only Money, Tyrone,” Marah
My number one song of all time rarely changes. I am, apparently, right.
And while two of my top three musicians did not make the list (to hear him is to love him), the third—the one who makes my monkey dance, the one who put the ram in my rama-lama-ding-dong, was the monkey in the middle, caught at #276.
My friend Kim drove us an hour away to watch him play for only an hour on Saturday night. We talked to him after the show, just as we did the last time—a year ago—and found him, once again, good and kind and interesting. He was also interested. He remembered me and The Book, asked about my recent work.
So—you know. Chuck Prophet “put the bomp in the bomp-shooby-dooby-bomp.” He did. He’s number one.
I'm listening to your number one song, because I didn't know it from just reading the title and even now when I hear it I don't think I ever heard it. Maybe it's a coming from a diffrent country thing, even though Elton John is Europeean.
I like reading lists even though I rarely make my own, somehow I don't ever classify what I like but I wished I did, because I always think it would make me cooler 😉
You don't know "Thunder Road"? Jersy's right next door! Elton John is number 5, but I can't believe you don't know it!
@Leslie F. Miller
Oh, yes, it seems I can't read lists 😉 I didn't know number five. I am listening right now to Bruce Springsteen. I know it but it's not a song that's played all that often in Switzerland. There are others by him that everybody would know but probably not this one.
I tried to find a similar top 100 or 500 list for Switzerland but didn't find anything. Instead I found this broadcast of 25 years swissmusic. If you want to hear what we listen to (but of course we don't only listen to Swiss music) and how we talk, click on it 😉
you have to click on "Hören" underneath the photo.
@Corinne I think I thought you were a different Corinne, for whom Jersey IS right next door. I'm going to listen to your music. 😀
i make lists but i lose them..
im curious why we don't have similar fave movies and tunes!
@SMACK You're more of an eighties gal? But not movies? Really?
@Leslie F. Miller crazy .. . . annie hall, the graduate, 10 commandments( yes ) . . love American Beauty.
Your number one song is my number one song too; and, I think, the number one of any right-thinking human with ears.
I love lists. I especially love your "Lists: A List." Always been a favorite of mine.
A list is worth a thousand pictures. Love your top 5.