Via my man friend Dylan, I’m currently engaged in an iTunes experiment in musical choice self-hatred. As DW describes it:
“I was looking at my play counts in iTunes and I felt like there was a lot of music that I meant never listen to but my compulsion to just trash it quelled by a deal I made with myself: I made a playlist.
Here’s how it works: you create a smart playlist with the condition that the play count equal zero. You don’t set a limit to the song count and you check the “live updating” box. Put your iPod on shuffle songs and let rip.
The only other rule is you can’t skip songs. It’s a mix of beautiful and hideous. In the end you’ll have listened to every song on your iPod and can feel like you got your money’s worth. But you might hate your taste, your self, and everything about music. It’s a mixed bag really.”
I added a “genre is not podcast” rule to my smart playlist (I save those This American Life episodes for car trips!), but otherwise I’m following the rules verbatim. Things kicked off with Shania Twain’s “Party for Two” which I actually cannot explain the presence of. I’m now in some strange early-nineties zone involving Alanis Morisette and old REM songs.
She’s come so far from “Jagged Little Pill” to this.
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