Wilco, "Spiders (Kidsmoke)": Like I do when I go to a bar with a digital jukebox, I play this to annoy. I love the song, at 10:46 [minutes] I just imagine my grandma being confused, and wondering what happened to her grandson that she presumed still jammed out to Roy Orbison. Also, my idea of heaven is being on a private beach in Michigan. Go figure. matchbox twenty, "Real World": When I was in 5th grade, this song/album ruled my life. Gellin' up my hair before I go to the pool, riding my Specialized Fat Boy to the park to meet girls. Happiest time of my life, by far, and while they wouldn't know that, I don't care, I want it played. Avril Lavigne, "When You're Gone": My friends would of course know, that this is a joke. However, if I were in the situation it'd still make me cry. And would most certainly make anyone in my family over the age of 30 cry. Hopefully I can get it worked out to where the video is also playing.
Metallica, "Nothing Else Matters": I found a list of songs people play at their funerals, and for whatever reason this is on that list. The song doesn't really make sense in context....what is this supposed to say about my death? Lets just hope this goes over well if I were to kill myself... Yo La Tengo, "I Feel Like Going Home": In all seriousness, this song is beautiful. However, I hate people saying "I'm going home" in the metaphoric sense, non literal ("Away We Go" - fuck you). It's so annoying. Fortunately, this song is too good and trumps all cheesy connotations. Cat Stevens, "Don't Be Shy": Hopefully by now people would get that it didn't matter what songs are being played, I'm dead, they're alive, boo hoo, move on, etc. Buxton plays 9 p.m. tonight at the Continental Club, 3700 Main, 713-529-9899 or www.continentalclub.com/Houston.html. No cover.
