tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47590013116465204892024-03-21T14:03:42.479-05:00Top 100 Songs of the '00sThis list was picked by humans and is therefore imperfect. We hope you enjoy it anyway.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-31424464349679524302009-12-28T03:58:00.002-06:002009-12-28T03:58:00.070-06:001. Outkast: Hey Ya!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwoIVfvKjQRxHAOHjxDQ4eChRE0-pJdXOfwjbbzxJe3kbju-4lFer4kap0A74K54MK4CAKRmo3m_FPIrd5q9SQdpsODYlavex6tIQ1tt7Uj_UAj9f_LBIJalDmu51hadpE2-18RNgPGL2/s1600-h/LB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwoIVfvKjQRxHAOHjxDQ4eChRE0-pJdXOfwjbbzxJe3kbju-4lFer4kap0A74K54MK4CAKRmo3m_FPIrd5q9SQdpsODYlavex6tIQ1tt7Uj_UAj9f_LBIJalDmu51hadpE2-18RNgPGL2/s200/LB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417460212683519154" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Speakerboxx / The Love Below</span> (2003)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, TF, SL, KT, WA, PA<br /><br />Why would you want to <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">read</span> about <span style="font-style: italic;">Hey Ya! </span>when you could be dancing to it instead?<br /><br />Watch this:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGnYw-OuCnI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGnYw-OuCnI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-25584827216079869552009-12-28T03:57:00.003-06:002009-12-28T03:57:00.394-06:002. Gorillaz: Feel Good, Inc.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXE9sBPeKiKJqdvm90gAvH7cdwBsqOqYU_8krWkArq7DPdilR3pUJOeMdpyXZc2KjgYfJwtzYweYH71dMJloeCMlI8nHX_MZl05lPKjiY5JSpZ-VDtxHRrWuuMB9ei7lOeEDzibjvkU2IJ/s1600-h/G.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXE9sBPeKiKJqdvm90gAvH7cdwBsqOqYU_8krWkArq7DPdilR3pUJOeMdpyXZc2KjgYfJwtzYweYH71dMJloeCMlI8nHX_MZl05lPKjiY5JSpZ-VDtxHRrWuuMB9ei7lOeEDzibjvkU2IJ/s200/G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417459678210434946" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Demon Days</span> (2005)<br />Picked by: RN, BG, MT, SL, PA, WA<br /><br />Gorillaz weren't a real band as much as a chance for Blur frontman Damon Albarn to mess around in hip hop and electronica and for cartoonist Jamie Hewlett to draw apes playing instruments. However, De La Soul are the real stars here, stealing the show a full 16 years after their <a href="http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/102-de-la-soul-me-myself-i.html">last list appearance</a>.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-52985880045713262952009-12-28T03:56:00.004-06:002009-12-28T03:56:00.319-06:003. Missy Elliot: Get Ur Freak On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OG8DtFe8KAUB0h3kM5YwGwe94ntT0hAJX_THcnF8pwwDmgIu2CiBP89Ougp3g5RVag2SUDDrfNz1wHexwPta_wrWi2s8kVBEl3JbHuxuiIvc6uvJa4rqwnNBGIZ90UC4hqkrFApz_bFG/s1600-h/ME.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OG8DtFe8KAUB0h3kM5YwGwe94ntT0hAJX_THcnF8pwwDmgIu2CiBP89Ougp3g5RVag2SUDDrfNz1wHexwPta_wrWi2s8kVBEl3JbHuxuiIvc6uvJa4rqwnNBGIZ90UC4hqkrFApz_bFG/s200/ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457275414872690" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Miss E...So Addictive</span> (2001)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, TF, SL, KT, WA<br /><br />For four straight albums, Missy and Timbaland were the Captain and Tennielle of hip-hop, a perfectly complimentary music-making team. Tim provided the minimalist, otherworldly beats, and Missy did her thing all over the top of them. The, well, addictive <span style="font-style: italic;">Get Ur Freak On</span> is the apex of their partnership.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-30639352982352316552009-12-28T03:55:00.002-06:002009-12-28T03:55:00.232-06:004. Gnarls Barkley: Crazy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44_9u8MK6kgUcZYhqgQ4elWmIx8B0TkA8MuHg0xzSebtLuzCCnz4ifweDR_R4ayWxoikymAcxgL-MfEOHYiXmctCi9FwG9yIV7SAi2EeJyuRY2vjpO032kifjxr7ldt-2W77vOPdKBJKM/s1600-h/GB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44_9u8MK6kgUcZYhqgQ4elWmIx8B0TkA8MuHg0xzSebtLuzCCnz4ifweDR_R4ayWxoikymAcxgL-MfEOHYiXmctCi9FwG9yIV7SAi2EeJyuRY2vjpO032kifjxr7ldt-2W77vOPdKBJKM/s200/GB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417456320802026482" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">St. Elsewhere</span> (2006)<br />Picked by: MT, TF, SL, KT, WA, PA<br /><br />Lovely neo gospel pop from Cee-Lo and Danger Mouse. Oh, and if you have the faculties to worry whether or not you're crazy, doesn't that mean you're really not? Rest easy, Cee-Lo.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-26246811365302460762009-12-28T03:54:00.007-06:002010-01-07T12:30:11.289-06:005. *NSYNC: Bye Bye Bye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gjtjF8XMTYvYfWHqVqaaZJs54lhxP2enxkvkY3rTDuynAXeMJjjIuVi8NY8tqnSnsfjvIU7VLohM52MWDnezQ38X8bbXFeF95VknuvmCpE7u0tfPYxB_82ukgmddadESSbMdMzbmiiCY/s1600-h/NS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gjtjF8XMTYvYfWHqVqaaZJs54lhxP2enxkvkY3rTDuynAXeMJjjIuVi8NY8tqnSnsfjvIU7VLohM52MWDnezQ38X8bbXFeF95VknuvmCpE7u0tfPYxB_82ukgmddadESSbMdMzbmiiCY/s200/NS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424066855821808850" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">No Strings Attached</span> (2000)<br />Picked by: KT, RN, SL, SVH, WA, PA<br /><br />As loathe as I am to do it, let's just go ahead and crown Justin Timberlake the king of the Aughts. Despite a "one song per artist" rule he managed to make appearances at numbers 71, 45, 23, and 5, narrowly edging out Jay-Z (numbers 69, 60, and 6). Now watch this:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZKjvGk7qhA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZKjvGk7qhA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-42745386119181621002009-12-28T03:53:00.001-06:002009-12-28T03:53:00.086-06:006. Nelly: Hot In Herrre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-Vv7c86DGir0PTDsgWK6hcWHGR1XifUWhM-rAH0KQynSlEe2somFygwmXTvMH0aDqSFWR3x3FdWORPJy8vjkBe5pzf5OHPCfKQSKUtuKysEkq_CdMJhILRa3u4ejwKS_N8P6BY4-3so_/s1600-h/Nelly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-Vv7c86DGir0PTDsgWK6hcWHGR1XifUWhM-rAH0KQynSlEe2somFygwmXTvMH0aDqSFWR3x3FdWORPJy8vjkBe5pzf5OHPCfKQSKUtuKysEkq_CdMJhILRa3u4ejwKS_N8P6BY4-3so_/s200/Nelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416995773239892338" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nellyville</span> (2002)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, TF, WA, SL, PA<br /><br />Anytime a song becomes a part of everyday vernacular, you know it's a big deal. In this case, you couldn't say any variation of "it's hot" without someone responding, "so take off all your clothes." Or was that just me?Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-17949007082072581632009-12-28T03:52:00.004-06:002009-12-28T03:52:00.041-06:007. Beyonce (feat. Jay-Z): Crazy In Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUc2QQMBhVsEaloLAAnTNIHWpVG0Vg07AavNliuHaRSvdO05R5wt057_pP4u2fQqZv56uPKoZISSf35e98rdDo4v3aYmPNGTKnGxfWtVv2bJzCpVijMDZHp4TiM3WzTGY2wPpkdd-kDgP/s1600-h/B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUc2QQMBhVsEaloLAAnTNIHWpVG0Vg07AavNliuHaRSvdO05R5wt057_pP4u2fQqZv56uPKoZISSf35e98rdDo4v3aYmPNGTKnGxfWtVv2bJzCpVijMDZHp4TiM3WzTGY2wPpkdd-kDgP/s200/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417450379404856194" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dangerously In Love</span> (2003)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, TF, WA, PA<br /><br />I've listened to this song literally dozens of times, and I just finally realized how disjointed it is. One one hand you've got Beyonce singing about how great her man is and how she's so head over heels in love that her sanity is actually in question. Then Jay-Z, the object of her obsession, comes in for a rap, and instead of returning the favor by lavishing her with praise he spends 40 seconds bragging about himself. Not cool, Jay. You're lucky she married you anyway.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-82020273878899057852009-12-28T03:51:00.001-06:002009-12-28T03:51:00.216-06:008. Kelly Clarkson: Since U Been Gone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwdqydXlAlrPfAs1vQlGuUmUQS5xiXFmeqA8C0QGDAa-Qjz6jDZdhFCgDfngWlhthWCBaA6By2VkhFwY0QOmC2WM4R_GMbosvgzSV4aW2jZxWDTEWhFhJsVLiTh1Ghfbmf2aoIt8MhmsE/s1600-h/KC.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwdqydXlAlrPfAs1vQlGuUmUQS5xiXFmeqA8C0QGDAa-Qjz6jDZdhFCgDfngWlhthWCBaA6By2VkhFwY0QOmC2WM4R_GMbosvgzSV4aW2jZxWDTEWhFhJsVLiTh1Ghfbmf2aoIt8MhmsE/s200/KC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417449061454790450" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Breakaway</span> (2004)<br />Picked by: RN, BG, SL, WA, PA<br /><br />The <span style="font-style: italic;">I Will Survive</span> of the Aughts, sung by a talented young woman who rose to prominence by winning a televised singing competition and written by a team of professional Swedish songsmiths. What's not to like?Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-78225691414670407932009-12-28T03:50:00.001-06:002009-12-28T03:50:00.205-06:009. Dixie Chicks: Not Ready To Make Nice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyHrtLLq5wa5RqFTBXwUqny9fYm1LVo2_MHaABoDoNCiUj50jtBfRucmBF8mtWiqIye-TUY0kg4sKN4M8gq2X2TkauJ2-SE_7jGmiTrQy7R9_h4VxF7bW0RCf-WtOq431jR4DoZggVdrd/s1600-h/DC.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyHrtLLq5wa5RqFTBXwUqny9fYm1LVo2_MHaABoDoNCiUj50jtBfRucmBF8mtWiqIye-TUY0kg4sKN4M8gq2X2TkauJ2-SE_7jGmiTrQy7R9_h4VxF7bW0RCf-WtOq431jR4DoZggVdrd/s200/DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417446582525686018" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Taking the Long Way</span> (2006)<br />Picked by: RN, TF, MT, WA, PA<br /><br />Okay, so this one may not make much sense when taken out of historical context. But with the context, it's a killer. The context, you ask. In 2003, lead singer Natalie Maines expressed her dissatisfaction the war in Iraq with a throwaway comment between songs at a concert. Conservative country folks lost their shit, vilifying, black-listing, and threatening the band out of a misguided, hysterical sense of "patriotism." In <span style="font-style: italic;">Not Ready To Make Nice</span> Maines makes her point by keeping it personal, revealing the toll whole sequence of events has taken on her, but never apologizing for her initial dissent.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-83751132528382971322009-12-28T03:49:00.005-06:002009-12-28T03:49:00.242-06:0010. Alicia Keys: Fallin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1F8IMVjA3I0ZmgDgK8U77qLdUbzEN2fjvc58Ej4yI0i9SVHnpuqRYdxwjb4Q1yVmB3KLUIJmkWCiuK60uF1okXfcWpJmqw3UqB-2oIrzprNTrLVo-Ch8-u9GTw7NPaN96l67OEYHMwf0Q/s1600-h/AK.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1F8IMVjA3I0ZmgDgK8U77qLdUbzEN2fjvc58Ej4yI0i9SVHnpuqRYdxwjb4Q1yVmB3KLUIJmkWCiuK60uF1okXfcWpJmqw3UqB-2oIrzprNTrLVo-Ch8-u9GTw7NPaN96l67OEYHMwf0Q/s200/AK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417447276542428418" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Songs In A Minor</span> (2001)<br />Picked by: KT, TF, SL, WA, PA<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fallin' </span>is a great song and one that will outlive all of us, but did you know it's not really in the key of A minor? Nope, it's in G major. And on that note, if you're playing on her name (A=Alicia) why not go the next step and call the album "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Songs In the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Key</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> of A</span>"? This is why a record label should hire me as a consultant.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-24573672077573031192009-12-26T03:54:00.002-06:002009-12-26T03:54:00.263-06:0011. Modest Mouse: Float On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EMqP781re1zD_hU5CvNoOiWPnX7MtH5aZjzhyVzZGgqK0syD7R-YZpImgOkvmOqUfI1RafsEbBO2EQUYmSKDChwEZrMp1azFB0Ug1nPWqLdyxBhI_jZ9JkU6SWinFIleHJe-t-7VE4IX/s1600-h/MM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EMqP781re1zD_hU5CvNoOiWPnX7MtH5aZjzhyVzZGgqK0syD7R-YZpImgOkvmOqUfI1RafsEbBO2EQUYmSKDChwEZrMp1azFB0Ug1nPWqLdyxBhI_jZ9JkU6SWinFIleHJe-t-7VE4IX/s200/MM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416997849790178690" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Good News For People Who Love Bad News</span> (2004)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, TF, SL, PA<br /><br />Is it me or is Isaac Brock's idea of bad luck a little extreme and off kilter? Here's a list of things that happen to him: He accidentally hits a police car, he and his significant other get fired from their jobs on the same day, and a guy impersonating a Jamaican scams him (wha-huh?!). Good song, nevertheless.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-62021493521714598812009-12-26T03:53:00.002-06:002009-12-26T03:53:00.254-06:0012. Jason Mraz: The Remedy (I Won't Worry)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oszKDkL48SDBf_TrEieWpnX8Ll6GphoxcnTsrr22J8B0jascLs629FpC88aTTrMbWh_sIjMlLQrDTFPTTNlsqBPZn1nGhLH0-OXKKjeQvuU8jjsbZKQsQd_X7JKDREJPjYprUxHu9kee/s1600-h/JM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oszKDkL48SDBf_TrEieWpnX8Ll6GphoxcnTsrr22J8B0jascLs629FpC88aTTrMbWh_sIjMlLQrDTFPTTNlsqBPZn1nGhLH0-OXKKjeQvuU8jjsbZKQsQd_X7JKDREJPjYprUxHu9kee/s200/JM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416996690575279554" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting For My Rocket To Come</span> (2003)<br />Picked by: MT, WA, TF, SL, PA<br /><br />It's cheesy, but there's something to songs as sources of comfort and confidence. When this song came out, I had just started student teaching, and I was basically terrified every morning. Often, on my way to school this song would come on the radio and give me a boost with its uplifting, "I won't worry my life away" chorus.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-49269284224187451392009-12-26T03:51:00.002-06:002009-12-26T03:51:00.191-06:0013. The Postal Service: Such Great Heights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWInkOe8iG9S329tCx6aKOjAcpUE2C9Gp0o3zwEG8XFUX3b8nbh7yZLWeNuU06CKl29Q85AYkrkUnTRtpsY9tz8rD2QwXbRIIk27GnkzGfoRbfol_ycWydmehIxF15Np6xZUqSNSFbwFLM/s1600-h/PS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWInkOe8iG9S329tCx6aKOjAcpUE2C9Gp0o3zwEG8XFUX3b8nbh7yZLWeNuU06CKl29Q85AYkrkUnTRtpsY9tz8rD2QwXbRIIk27GnkzGfoRbfol_ycWydmehIxF15Np6xZUqSNSFbwFLM/s200/PS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994779130358434" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Give Up</span> (2003)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, WA, TF, PA<br /><br />I gave the voters a choice between this and the Iron and Wine version, and The Postal Service delivered a decisive smack-down. I was not-so-secretly pleased. While the Iron and Wine version has a simple beauty, it doesn't match the majesty of the original.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-55898293160988243242009-12-26T03:50:00.001-06:002009-12-26T03:50:00.140-06:0014. U2: Beautiful Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_3kgyvRW6ZsFlDEcDm9qMhmuD4l8tHgcB_RTmDIae3IxJ8L-2_N08TpjhiFnC95nj7hdel13GNuKz2I_EIgVE3jbBedBgGtscPoV4L4x-tNLND7FK30sNLIA6DotbLhFSsPzf0RZEOAy/s1600-h/U2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_3kgyvRW6ZsFlDEcDm9qMhmuD4l8tHgcB_RTmDIae3IxJ8L-2_N08TpjhiFnC95nj7hdel13GNuKz2I_EIgVE3jbBedBgGtscPoV4L4x-tNLND7FK30sNLIA6DotbLhFSsPzf0RZEOAy/s200/U2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416993625182711714" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">All That You Can't Leave Behind</span> (2000)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, WA, TF, PA<br /><br />Artists better known for their work in the '80s and '90s didn't make the list unless they truly created a new cultural moment for themselves. And by that I mean, people who didn't know U2 from UB40 could hear their new song and dig it for what it was. That's what happened with <span style="font-style: italic;">Beatiful Day</span>.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-60686729374684678012009-12-26T03:49:00.000-06:002009-12-26T03:49:00.269-06:0015. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Maps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGunpqXedyRPqTqIWCZXB84Phe-CYcwdSLw2RLZf0kVuAxk8sHX7HKEXVB5NZEWOs_sylqOxYBKdWJJvS26J-eyPGVYy-nt0-fk29EoaleUHQ_3kr9r3aRrW-mqdsnvai_X1kyJF0ps5JP/s1600-h/YYY.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGunpqXedyRPqTqIWCZXB84Phe-CYcwdSLw2RLZf0kVuAxk8sHX7HKEXVB5NZEWOs_sylqOxYBKdWJJvS26J-eyPGVYy-nt0-fk29EoaleUHQ_3kr9r3aRrW-mqdsnvai_X1kyJF0ps5JP/s200/YYY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416992854072626386" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fever to Tell</span> (2003)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, WA, TF, PA<br /><br />Maps are inanimate objects incapable of human emotion, therefore the statement, "Maps, they don't love you like I do" is kind of belaboring the obvious. Even as a metphor, it's kind of awkward. Why then, is it so darn affecting?Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-42898091259423594372009-12-24T03:53:00.002-06:002009-12-24T03:53:00.114-06:0016. Feist: 1 2 3 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSz2-gLqAYb1MZQoUMgmCcW3ogUTXvy6ye20Z2Bpz8REN1TUfuUm0r0wuXYE_bwlHdW0S_aqIm7TU1gpn-IAxVXSS7ThnSglj2DzT6qyBcgHs3MFi45S3RGbOXurihKx5MD6Oo0pJE3Cys/s1600-h/Feist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSz2-gLqAYb1MZQoUMgmCcW3ogUTXvy6ye20Z2Bpz8REN1TUfuUm0r0wuXYE_bwlHdW0S_aqIm7TU1gpn-IAxVXSS7ThnSglj2DzT6qyBcgHs3MFi45S3RGbOXurihKx5MD6Oo0pJE3Cys/s200/Feist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416991242816519858" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Reminder</span> (2007)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, SL, PA<br /><br />Her Grammy performance of the song was nothing short of terrible, but let's forget about that and enjoy the banjo, trumpet, and honkey tonk piano; the alternatively girlish and soulful vocals, and the way the song builds to a satisfying climax.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-83665939584114962472009-12-24T03:52:00.001-06:002009-12-24T03:52:00.098-06:0017. Keane: Somewhere Only We Know<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGvE9GIrLqpOTfOpPPap2opGdhLedVoQ0eV8invUsqNIEGppDqJXHoT4xm_cNyi6QHVhmc9UyhFUNNleZ5FxeM4UrGwXSgd4bYlFBj3C_DuOqZcrBQv-3zjeRfQzqypvYiYflxD8TWAvZ/s1600-h/Keane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGvE9GIrLqpOTfOpPPap2opGdhLedVoQ0eV8invUsqNIEGppDqJXHoT4xm_cNyi6QHVhmc9UyhFUNNleZ5FxeM4UrGwXSgd4bYlFBj3C_DuOqZcrBQv-3zjeRfQzqypvYiYflxD8TWAvZ/s200/Keane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416989810998896194" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hopes and Fears</span> (2004)<br />Picked by: RN, BG, MT, SVH<br /><br />Your run-of-the-mill epic romantic ballad.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-46358089397749051242009-12-24T03:51:00.000-06:002009-12-24T03:51:00.059-06:0018. The Killers: Somebody Told Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2a8LIWjrLc8G-xVVVKIbSc8EVC9YfzPRxyEArw7uiWf-k2U03RNE2wX_CXKe8qtyQFC5VYK9Kzc0_SETe5yWpCHxe6iT3WI9gCG61lqufei6VixIY44W5o3brANyfzY_8RtL6YRC4HjEu/s1600-h/Killers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2a8LIWjrLc8G-xVVVKIbSc8EVC9YfzPRxyEArw7uiWf-k2U03RNE2wX_CXKe8qtyQFC5VYK9Kzc0_SETe5yWpCHxe6iT3WI9gCG61lqufei6VixIY44W5o3brANyfzY_8RtL6YRC4HjEu/s200/Killers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416987129633982002" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hot Fuss</span> (2004)<br />Picked by: RN, TF, PA, SL<br /><br />Unnecessarily intriguing chorus on this song. The obvious interpretation of "you had a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year" is that the person in question had a female-to-male sex change. But it's also possible s/he was always a man and was just pulling the wool over Brandon's eyes back in February. Is that why they broke up after just a month? And is the "you" in the song a man or a woman? I'm assuming it's a man, because the person just changed genders, not the way s/he swings.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-67440548345524175632009-12-24T03:50:00.000-06:002009-12-24T03:50:00.197-06:0019. Kylie Minogue: I Can't Get You Out of My Head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_1nJChiTBvA8Yp8ENY_C5tNK6GfHSKZzOnDmFhvtXp9ExEftR9j5S4vF1cRb05W7bsQyEng2QX2hBkKqlMOR-9Pbg1n-rqsh-wddOProbQLZmRShRgo28XuwGmmJSwVJNqlNpUlEsie6/s1600-h/Kylie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_1nJChiTBvA8Yp8ENY_C5tNK6GfHSKZzOnDmFhvtXp9ExEftR9j5S4vF1cRb05W7bsQyEng2QX2hBkKqlMOR-9Pbg1n-rqsh-wddOProbQLZmRShRgo28XuwGmmJSwVJNqlNpUlEsie6/s200/Kylie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416984770986951298" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fever</span> (2001)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, WA, SL<br /><br />If you get bored sometime, listen to this song and count the number of hooks, both instrumental and vocal. I always lose track around 15.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-11993591070737731432009-12-24T03:49:00.001-06:002009-12-24T03:49:00.052-06:0020. Ok Go: Here It Goes Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlQcaOGrDpPxnRe9vS_gE-aCGgpe-YDpnu-DIQNcwoiXBb4Mervkbt1fU9r6pvwRpm_54mVFwnmqm1bys_vGgv6gQcaiILpDMpetaxghfVEe5IzrF-1MOzc3K6pj5ClNKqbsAXa43QzdO/s1600-h/Okgo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlQcaOGrDpPxnRe9vS_gE-aCGgpe-YDpnu-DIQNcwoiXBb4Mervkbt1fU9r6pvwRpm_54mVFwnmqm1bys_vGgv6gQcaiILpDMpetaxghfVEe5IzrF-1MOzc3K6pj5ClNKqbsAXa43QzdO/s200/Okgo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416983247151546530" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh No</span> (2005)<br />Picked by: RN, BG, TF, SVH<br /><br />Watch this:<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJulhGUh8vU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJulhGUh8vU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object>Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-11280735284609256952009-12-22T03:58:00.000-06:002009-12-22T03:58:00.285-06:0021. Katy Perry: I Kissed a Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZcZq5-fcp5bQ335NoV1r_F0xGV0yHfm52xJirZdbujcqEbye_g29nTtJvAH1OgWYTqpbpq7sLRsFZ34roEIj2eUjkInX1LpCx9uE5xvZqNlNOcOWxVYG5I2Ts0SvgjjYg9G4mJGCFLcq/s1600-h/KP.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZcZq5-fcp5bQ335NoV1r_F0xGV0yHfm52xJirZdbujcqEbye_g29nTtJvAH1OgWYTqpbpq7sLRsFZ34roEIj2eUjkInX1LpCx9uE5xvZqNlNOcOWxVYG5I2Ts0SvgjjYg9G4mJGCFLcq/s200/KP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416370184998571826" border="0" /></a>Found on:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> One of the Boys </span>(2008)<br />Picked by: RN, BG, TF, MT<br /><br />It's not hard to tell what formula led to this song's success: Hot singer, arena ready music, suggested lesbianism. The only drawback is what this has done to poor Jill Sobule. She was only known for one song, and then Katy Perry stole that away. It's the equivalent of someone coming along with a huge hit called <span style="font-style: italic;">Somebody's Watching Me</span>, and sending poor Rockwell into complete obscurity.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-77381601824694114612009-12-22T03:57:00.002-06:002009-12-22T03:57:00.267-06:0022. Snow Patrol: Chocolate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5amrXRjFvr5nWqYiHX9Uk8BGtf6eqA5jDXlHcU9NujDkd7bcTgSIhyGuySOsun0eZy8b7PLCPNAXzqqHKNO2YRVZYL-WAXwZV9p5m7r4Tnk3DKxyf35jLL-TEG1UfX3r_mg63PC7j8dn/s1600-h/SP.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5amrXRjFvr5nWqYiHX9Uk8BGtf6eqA5jDXlHcU9NujDkd7bcTgSIhyGuySOsun0eZy8b7PLCPNAXzqqHKNO2YRVZYL-WAXwZV9p5m7r4Tnk3DKxyf35jLL-TEG1UfX3r_mg63PC7j8dn/s200/SP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416368874857940162" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Final Straw</span> (2003)<br />Picked by: TF, SL, WA, PA<br /><br />What's chocolate have to do with this song? The word is never mentioned anywhere in the lyrics, but I suppose both are beloved by the ladies (Steph excluded).Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-34225610752406448122009-12-22T03:56:00.001-06:002009-12-22T03:56:00.255-06:0023. Regina Spektor: Fidelity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnosbL09bjGR3k9VFooFmhphhbk8zzy84Q7Nyn-pYBl8mILb61EXxAad8XvdWgwUwSlB28cW7gDu3OCleI7kpEZbz_qObzPi-IDMe8Ig50JW8yiIUv29rh3mO7WZ3AAc2Mz-9Jx0ljZqVW/s1600-h/RS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnosbL09bjGR3k9VFooFmhphhbk8zzy84Q7Nyn-pYBl8mILb61EXxAad8XvdWgwUwSlB28cW7gDu3OCleI7kpEZbz_qObzPi-IDMe8Ig50JW8yiIUv29rh3mO7WZ3AAc2Mz-9Jx0ljZqVW/s200/RS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416368479469596626" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Begin to Hope</span> (2006)<br />Picked by: BG, TF, MT, PA<br /><br />Some artists' voices are their strongest musical instrument, and Regina Spektor is one of those. What separates her from every other broken-hearted girl in front of a piano is her wide vocal range, her hip hop syncopation, and her odd phrasing. <span style="font-style: italic;">Fidelity</span> displays them all proudly.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6948443818055175952009-12-22T03:55:00.000-06:002009-12-22T03:55:00.282-06:0024. Train: Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLl2jlL-jgDkTtpJ17BqV7uJG87LIdIk6DrptgmcehKOzRhI0gpeI7ZYEN6vmjCTXjilDw7Ntdc9rz28UPWwGmt14aXKtMSUtX3DlxngoRz7bsRS6aFNW1LMLN_EtqQiFqS9dQwKdqm9-/s1600-h/Train.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLl2jlL-jgDkTtpJ17BqV7uJG87LIdIk6DrptgmcehKOzRhI0gpeI7ZYEN6vmjCTXjilDw7Ntdc9rz28UPWwGmt14aXKtMSUtX3DlxngoRz7bsRS6aFNW1LMLN_EtqQiFqS9dQwKdqm9-/s200/Train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416368052130188482" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Drops of Jupiter</span> (2001)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, WA, PA<br /><br />Honestly, this one has just been drilled into my head so many times that I can't resist it. It is a pretty catchy melody. Even so I could do without the Tae-Bo and soy latte references.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-72279508705264223482009-12-22T03:54:00.000-06:002009-12-22T03:54:00.044-06:0025. KT Tunstall: Black Horse and the Cherry Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_L2BZwcd_lOiyT32HxnBh5gJgMunAxr0FhYbv2W89jTZE06mtUPmobG7sMzkfWA2qYREKz83T0VnpSCRrTO0hxKzozZXTLI1R7uPn-1lkDPB0IjIIvto36SeF1t0phDhyphenhyphenyI7RwcISDUzP/s1600-h/KT.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_L2BZwcd_lOiyT32HxnBh5gJgMunAxr0FhYbv2W89jTZE06mtUPmobG7sMzkfWA2qYREKz83T0VnpSCRrTO0hxKzozZXTLI1R7uPn-1lkDPB0IjIIvto36SeF1t0phDhyphenhyphenyI7RwcISDUzP/s200/KT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416367620968401202" border="0" /></a>Found on: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Eye to the Telescope</span> (2004)<br />Picked by: RN, MT, SL, PA<br /><br />I didn't fully appreciate KT until I saw her live. She didn't blow me away with her performance necessarily (the songs sounded basically the same as they do on record) but she was surprisingly funny and quite cute on top of that. That's really all I need.Paul V. Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782noreply@blogger.com0