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Copyright 2006-2012 That's My Answer
My life was a playlist, too many good songs to list. I just sang whatever came to mind. I’ll sing again — it won’t be too good — when I’m not living with someone who says “don’t sing.”
I am not sure. I only know that some doo wop group would be singing it and there would be a sax involved.
My playlist would be quite eclectic as I pretty much like most types of music. Easier to say what it wouldn’t include.
I’m sure it would have loads of songs. But some defining ones that make me think of specific times in my life are She’s Got Betty Davis Eyes; Pearl Jam’s Black; One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer; Meatloaf’s I Would Do Anything; What are You Doing New Years Eve; and Oh Happy Day.
My first song would be “Thus Sprach Zarathrustra”.
“Sorry, Dave….It’s mine now.”
I would build my list from there.
Some Disco, some Zeppelin, some techno, some jazz, some classical, some bluegrass, but definitely no country.