Nick Hornby's new book, Songbook (known as 31 Songs in the UK), is a collection of essays in which Hornby identifies the 31 songs (end of the article) that make up the "soundtrack of his life."
Hmm. Maybe I should do it myself, make up the "soundtrack of my life," do one song a day for all of March, and try desperately hard not to be pretentious about it all. Let me see if I can make up a list.
It's very sunny in Seattle today. If it were about five degrees warmer it'd be spring. My cold is at the end of its control over me, but I still didn't get out and enjoy the famous "one weekend in February when it's sunny."
Reminds me of a Seattle joke: Two guys are standing in the rain waiting for a bus. One turns to the other and says, "Does it seem springlike to you?" The other guy lowers the hood on his jacket, looks up at the rain coming down on him in a long, inquisitive gaze. Finally, he says, "Yes it does. Feels like it's about two degrees above normal."
