<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:40:19.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 100 Songs of the '00s</title><subtitle type='html'>This list was picked by humans and is therefore imperfect. We hope you enjoy it anyway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3142446434967952430</id><published>2009-12-28T03:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:58:00.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Outkast: Hey Ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6vXEnQNLI/AAAAAAAADXw/XJxlEJXouw8/s1600-h/LB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6vXEnQNLI/AAAAAAAADXw/XJxlEJXouw8/s200/LB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417460212683519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speakerboxx / The Love Below&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, TF, SL, KT, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Ya! &lt;/span&gt;when you could be dancing to it instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGnYw-OuCnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGnYw-OuCnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3142446434967952430?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3142446434967952430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-outkast-hey-ya.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3142446434967952430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3142446434967952430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-outkast-hey-ya.html' title='1. Outkast: Hey Ya!'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6vXEnQNLI/AAAAAAAADXw/XJxlEJXouw8/s72-c/LB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2558482721607986955</id><published>2009-12-28T03:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:57:00.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Gorillaz: Feel Good, Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6u39i8J4I/AAAAAAAADXo/MWL_T80C1pk/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6u39i8J4I/AAAAAAAADXo/MWL_T80C1pk/s200/G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417459678210434946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demon Days&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, BG, MT, SL, PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/102-de-la-soul-me-myself-i.html"&gt;last list appearance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2558482721607986955?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2558482721607986955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-gorillaz-feel-good-inc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2558482721607986955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2558482721607986955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-gorillaz-feel-good-inc.html' title='2. Gorillaz: Feel Good, Inc.'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6u39i8J4I/AAAAAAAADXo/MWL_T80C1pk/s72-c/G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5298588004571326295</id><published>2009-12-28T03:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:56:00.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Missy Elliot: Get Ur Freak On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6ssGb1gnI/AAAAAAAADXg/Jp0EYb7mds0/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6ssGb1gnI/AAAAAAAADXg/Jp0EYb7mds0/s200/ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457275414872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss E...So Addictive&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, TF, SL, KT, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Ur Freak On&lt;/span&gt; is the apex of their partnership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5298588004571326295?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5298588004571326295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-missy-elliot-get-ur-freak-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5298588004571326295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5298588004571326295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-missy-elliot-get-ur-freak-on.html' title='3. Missy Elliot: Get Ur Freak On'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6ssGb1gnI/AAAAAAAADXg/Jp0EYb7mds0/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3063935298235231655</id><published>2009-12-28T03:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:55:00.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Gnarls Barkley: Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6r0iOZc_I/AAAAAAAADXQ/Hi6F__LuPRk/s1600-h/GB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6r0iOZc_I/AAAAAAAADXQ/Hi6F__LuPRk/s200/GB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417456320802026482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, TF, SL, KT, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3063935298235231655?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3063935298235231655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-gnarls-barkley-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3063935298235231655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3063935298235231655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-gnarls-barkley-crazy.html' title='4. Gnarls Barkley: Crazy'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6r0iOZc_I/AAAAAAAADXQ/Hi6F__LuPRk/s72-c/GB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2624681136530246076</id><published>2009-12-28T03:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:30:11.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5. *NSYNC: Bye Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/S0YoEUM6lNI/AAAAAAAADZY/KvFMPnjs8JY/s1600-h/NS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/S0YoEUM6lNI/AAAAAAAADZY/KvFMPnjs8JY/s200/NS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424066855821808850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Strings Attached&lt;/span&gt; (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT, RN, SL, SVH, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZKjvGk7qhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZKjvGk7qhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2624681136530246076?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2624681136530246076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-nsync-bye-bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2624681136530246076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2624681136530246076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-nsync-bye-bye-bye.html' title='5. *NSYNC: Bye Bye Bye'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/S0YoEUM6lNI/AAAAAAAADZY/KvFMPnjs8JY/s72-c/NS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4274538611918162100</id><published>2009-12-28T03:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:53:00.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6. Nelly: Hot In Herrre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0I9I3BmXI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ag1xdsaH0WE/s1600-h/Nelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0I9I3BmXI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ag1xdsaH0WE/s200/Nelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416995773239892338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nellyville&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, TF, WA, SL, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4274538611918162100?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4274538611918162100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-nelly-hot-in-herrre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4274538611918162100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4274538611918162100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-nelly-hot-in-herrre.html' title='6. Nelly: Hot In Herrre'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0I9I3BmXI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ag1xdsaH0WE/s72-c/Nelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1794900708207258163</id><published>2009-12-28T03:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:52:00.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7. Beyonce (feat. Jay-Z): Crazy In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6masy7S4I/AAAAAAAADXA/Y-rP1S7xJb4/s1600-h/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6masy7S4I/AAAAAAAADXA/Y-rP1S7xJb4/s200/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417450379404856194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dangerously In Love&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, TF, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1794900708207258163?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1794900708207258163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-beyonce-feat-jay-z-crazy-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1794900708207258163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1794900708207258163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-beyonce-feat-jay-z-crazy-in-love.html' title='7. Beyonce (feat. Jay-Z): Crazy In Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6masy7S4I/AAAAAAAADXA/Y-rP1S7xJb4/s72-c/B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8202027387889905785</id><published>2009-12-28T03:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:51:00.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8. Kelly Clarkson: Since U Been Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6lN_DJPzI/AAAAAAAADW4/OMk7f_IMyN4/s1600-h/KC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6lN_DJPzI/AAAAAAAADW4/OMk7f_IMyN4/s200/KC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417449061454790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakaway&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, BG, SL, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt; 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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8202027387889905785?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8202027387889905785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-kelly-clarkson-since-u-been-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8202027387889905785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8202027387889905785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-kelly-clarkson-since-u-been-gone.html' title='8. Kelly Clarkson: Since U Been Gone'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6lN_DJPzI/AAAAAAAADW4/OMk7f_IMyN4/s72-c/KC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7822569141467040793</id><published>2009-12-28T03:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:50:00.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Dixie Chicks: Not Ready To Make Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6i9sUY8QI/AAAAAAAADWo/SgS4_QwXka4/s1600-h/DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6i9sUY8QI/AAAAAAAADWo/SgS4_QwXka4/s200/DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417446582525686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking the Long Way&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, TF, MT, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Ready To Make Nice&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7822569141467040793?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7822569141467040793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-dixie-chicks-not-ready-to-make-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7822569141467040793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7822569141467040793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-dixie-chicks-not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='9. Dixie Chicks: Not Ready To Make Nice'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6i9sUY8QI/AAAAAAAADWo/SgS4_QwXka4/s72-c/DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8375113252838297132</id><published>2009-12-28T03:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:49:00.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Alicia Keys: Fallin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6jmFu4BQI/AAAAAAAADWw/bokajfdpg7g/s1600-h/AK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6jmFu4BQI/AAAAAAAADWw/bokajfdpg7g/s200/AK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417447276542428418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs In A Minor&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT, TF, SL, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallin' &lt;/span&gt;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 "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs In the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of A&lt;/span&gt;"? This is why a record label should hire me as a consultant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8375113252838297132?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8375113252838297132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-alicia-keys-fallin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8375113252838297132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8375113252838297132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-alicia-keys-fallin.html' title='10. Alicia Keys: Fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy6jmFu4BQI/AAAAAAAADWw/bokajfdpg7g/s72-c/AK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2457367207757303119</id><published>2009-12-26T03:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:54:00.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Modest Mouse: Float On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0K2AnMZYI/AAAAAAAADWg/Ixuew7nuqXA/s1600-h/MM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0K2AnMZYI/AAAAAAAADWg/Ixuew7nuqXA/s200/MM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416997849790178690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News For People Who Love Bad News&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, TF, SL, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2457367207757303119?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2457367207757303119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/11-modest-mouse-float-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2457367207757303119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2457367207757303119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/11-modest-mouse-float-on.html' title='11. Modest Mouse: Float On'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0K2AnMZYI/AAAAAAAADWg/Ixuew7nuqXA/s72-c/MM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6202149352171459881</id><published>2009-12-26T03:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:53:00.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12. Jason Mraz: The Remedy (I Won't Worry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0JyiM0xcI/AAAAAAAADWY/CADk4rgLsxM/s1600-h/JM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0JyiM0xcI/AAAAAAAADWY/CADk4rgLsxM/s200/JM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416996690575279554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting For My Rocket To Come&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, WA, TF, SL, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6202149352171459881?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6202149352171459881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-jason-mraz-remedy-i-wont-worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6202149352171459881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6202149352171459881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-jason-mraz-remedy-i-wont-worry.html' title='12. Jason Mraz: The Remedy (I Won&apos;t Worry)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0JyiM0xcI/AAAAAAAADWY/CADk4rgLsxM/s72-c/JM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4926928422418745139</id><published>2009-12-26T03:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:51:00.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13. The Postal Service: Such Great Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0IDRg16qI/AAAAAAAADWI/4yvCQkgKQtQ/s1600-h/PS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0IDRg16qI/AAAAAAAADWI/4yvCQkgKQtQ/s200/PS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994779130358434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give Up&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, WA, TF, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4926928422418745139?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4926928422418745139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/13-postal-service-such-great-heights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4926928422418745139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4926928422418745139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/13-postal-service-such-great-heights.html' title='13. The Postal Service: Such Great Heights'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0IDRg16qI/AAAAAAAADWI/4yvCQkgKQtQ/s72-c/PS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5589829316098824324</id><published>2009-12-26T03:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:50:00.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>14. U2: Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0HAGuSL6I/AAAAAAAADWA/EpgLrPiHxC0/s1600-h/U2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0HAGuSL6I/AAAAAAAADWA/EpgLrPiHxC0/s200/U2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416993625182711714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All That You Can't Leave Behind&lt;/span&gt; (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, WA, TF, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beatiful Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5589829316098824324?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5589829316098824324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/14-u2-beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5589829316098824324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5589829316098824324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/14-u2-beautiful-day.html' title='14. U2: Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0HAGuSL6I/AAAAAAAADWA/EpgLrPiHxC0/s72-c/U2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6068672937468467801</id><published>2009-12-26T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:49:00.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Maps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0GTOHUDNI/AAAAAAAADV4/22xsdcKw0GQ/s1600-h/YYY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0GTOHUDNI/AAAAAAAADV4/22xsdcKw0GQ/s200/YYY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416992854072626386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fever to Tell&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, WA, TF, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6068672937468467801?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6068672937468467801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/15-yeah-yeah-yeahs-maps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6068672937468467801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6068672937468467801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/15-yeah-yeah-yeahs-maps.html' title='15. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Maps'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0GTOHUDNI/AAAAAAAADV4/22xsdcKw0GQ/s72-c/YYY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4289809125942359437</id><published>2009-12-24T03:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:53:00.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>16. Feist: 1 2 3 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0E1bt6_rI/AAAAAAAADVw/7kXotWzEZd0/s1600-h/Feist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0E1bt6_rI/AAAAAAAADVw/7kXotWzEZd0/s200/Feist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416991242816519858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reminder&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, SL, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4289809125942359437?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4289809125942359437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-feist-1-2-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4289809125942359437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4289809125942359437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-feist-1-2-3-4.html' title='16. Feist: 1 2 3 4'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0E1bt6_rI/AAAAAAAADVw/7kXotWzEZd0/s72-c/Feist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8366593958411496247</id><published>2009-12-24T03:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:52:00.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>17. Keane: Somewhere Only We Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0DiFx_5kI/AAAAAAAADVo/3MtyNLyNJRQ/s1600-h/Keane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0DiFx_5kI/AAAAAAAADVo/3MtyNLyNJRQ/s200/Keane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416989810998896194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopes and Fears&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, BG, MT, SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your run-of-the-mill epic romantic ballad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8366593958411496247?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8366593958411496247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/17-keane-somewhere-only-we-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8366593958411496247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8366593958411496247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/17-keane-somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='17. Keane: Somewhere Only We Know'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0DiFx_5kI/AAAAAAAADVo/3MtyNLyNJRQ/s72-c/Keane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4635808939774905124</id><published>2009-12-24T03:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:51:00.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18. The Killers: Somebody Told Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0BGA6yRjI/AAAAAAAADVg/TfMkxv72CPY/s1600-h/Killers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0BGA6yRjI/AAAAAAAADVg/TfMkxv72CPY/s200/Killers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416987129633982002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Fuss&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, TF, PA, SL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4635808939774905124?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4635808939774905124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-killers-somebody-told-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4635808939774905124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4635808939774905124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-killers-somebody-told-me.html' title='18. The Killers: Somebody Told Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sy0BGA6yRjI/AAAAAAAADVg/TfMkxv72CPY/s72-c/Killers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6744054834552417563</id><published>2009-12-24T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:50:00.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>19. Kylie Minogue: I Can't Get You Out of My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syz-8uRgwoI/AAAAAAAADVY/u2CYTNCq9YA/s1600-h/Kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syz-8uRgwoI/AAAAAAAADVY/u2CYTNCq9YA/s200/Kylie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416984770986951298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fever&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, WA, SL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6744054834552417563?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6744054834552417563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/19-kylie-minogue-i-cant-get-you-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6744054834552417563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6744054834552417563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/19-kylie-minogue-i-cant-get-you-out-of.html' title='19. Kylie Minogue: I Can&apos;t Get You Out of My Head'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syz-8uRgwoI/AAAAAAAADVY/u2CYTNCq9YA/s72-c/Kylie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1199359107073773143</id><published>2009-12-24T03:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:49:00.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20. Ok Go: Here It Goes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syz9kBi1wKI/AAAAAAAADVQ/IJHElfx_xeI/s1600-h/Okgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syz9kBi1wKI/AAAAAAAADVQ/IJHElfx_xeI/s200/Okgo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416983247151546530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh No&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, BG, TF, SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJulhGUh8vU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJulhGUh8vU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1199359107073773143?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1199359107073773143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-ok-go-here-it-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1199359107073773143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1199359107073773143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-ok-go-here-it-goes-again.html' title='20. Ok Go: Here It Goes Again'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syz9kBi1wKI/AAAAAAAADVQ/IJHElfx_xeI/s72-c/Okgo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1128073528460925695</id><published>2009-12-22T03:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:58:00.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21. Katy Perry: I Kissed a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrP_HDbTzI/AAAAAAAADU4/D7z_C3zzEJ4/s1600-h/KP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrP_HDbTzI/AAAAAAAADU4/D7z_C3zzEJ4/s200/KP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416370184998571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One of the Boys &lt;/span&gt;(2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, BG, TF, MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody's Watching Me&lt;/span&gt;, and sending poor Rockwell into complete obscurity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1128073528460925695?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1128073528460925695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-katy-perry-i-kissed-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1128073528460925695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1128073528460925695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-katy-perry-i-kissed-girl.html' title='21. Katy Perry: I Kissed a Girl'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrP_HDbTzI/AAAAAAAADU4/D7z_C3zzEJ4/s72-c/KP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7738160182469411461</id><published>2009-12-22T03:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:57:00.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Snow Patrol: Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOy2ZjxMI/AAAAAAAADUo/3WhVzYSwq5s/s1600-h/SP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOy2ZjxMI/AAAAAAAADUo/3WhVzYSwq5s/s200/SP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416368874857940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Straw&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: TF, SL, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7738160182469411461?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7738160182469411461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/22-snow-patrol-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7738160182469411461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7738160182469411461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/22-snow-patrol-chocolate.html' title='22. Snow Patrol: Chocolate'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOy2ZjxMI/AAAAAAAADUo/3WhVzYSwq5s/s72-c/SP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3422561075240644812</id><published>2009-12-22T03:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:56:00.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>23. Regina Spektor: Fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOb1dob9I/AAAAAAAADUg/XMw4on0iSMA/s1600-h/RS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOb1dob9I/AAAAAAAADUg/XMw4on0iSMA/s200/RS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416368479469596626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Begin to Hope&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, TF, MT, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; displays them all proudly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3422561075240644812?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3422561075240644812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/23-regina-spektor-fidelity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3422561075240644812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3422561075240644812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/23-regina-spektor-fidelity.html' title='23. Regina Spektor: Fidelity'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOb1dob9I/AAAAAAAADUg/XMw4on0iSMA/s72-c/RS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-694844381805517595</id><published>2009-12-22T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:55:00.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24. Train: Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOC9f-jMI/AAAAAAAADUY/1wb5pkIc2YI/s1600-h/Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOC9f-jMI/AAAAAAAADUY/1wb5pkIc2YI/s200/Train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416368052130188482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drops of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-694844381805517595?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/694844381805517595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-train-drops-of-jupiter-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/694844381805517595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/694844381805517595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-train-drops-of-jupiter-tell-me.html' title='24. Train: Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrOC9f-jMI/AAAAAAAADUY/1wb5pkIc2YI/s72-c/Train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7227950870526422348</id><published>2009-12-22T03:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:54:00.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25. KT Tunstall: Black Horse and the Cherry Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrNp3S_yTI/AAAAAAAADUQ/FPE3GQYJmko/s1600-h/KT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrNp3S_yTI/AAAAAAAADUQ/FPE3GQYJmko/s200/KT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416367620968401202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye to the Telescope&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, MT, SL, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7227950870526422348?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7227950870526422348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-kt-tunstall-black-horse-and-cherry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7227950870526422348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7227950870526422348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-kt-tunstall-black-horse-and-cherry.html' title='25. KT Tunstall: Black Horse and the Cherry Tree'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrNp3S_yTI/AAAAAAAADUQ/FPE3GQYJmko/s72-c/KT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2637675222273401142</id><published>2009-12-22T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:53:00.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26. Kanye West: Jesus Walks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrM4hd7E-I/AAAAAAAADUI/ftmVEPj8FFo/s1600-h/KW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrM4hd7E-I/AAAAAAAADUI/ftmVEPj8FFo/s200/KW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416366773295059938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The College Dropout&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, TF, SL, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have issues with Kanye, not because he frightens Taylor Swift or has a big ego, but because he's just not that great of a rapper. But as a writer, producer, and as a critic of George Bush? He's got it goin' on there. On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus Walks&lt;/span&gt; he puts it all together (though could you imagine how much better it would have been if Jay-Z had taken the mic?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2637675222273401142?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2637675222273401142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/26-kanye-west-jesus-walks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2637675222273401142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2637675222273401142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/26-kanye-west-jesus-walks.html' title='26. Kanye West: Jesus Walks'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrM4hd7E-I/AAAAAAAADUI/ftmVEPj8FFo/s72-c/KW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-405023568225383660</id><published>2009-12-22T03:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:52:00.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Lily Allen: Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrLnURBITI/AAAAAAAADUA/NaD7uVQXWxk/s1600-h/LA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrLnURBITI/AAAAAAAADUA/NaD7uVQXWxk/s200/LA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416365378181865778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright, Still&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, WA, MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is not someone you want to piss off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-405023568225383660?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/405023568225383660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/27-lily-allen-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/405023568225383660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/405023568225383660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/27-lily-allen-smile.html' title='27. Lily Allen: Smile'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrLnURBITI/AAAAAAAADUA/NaD7uVQXWxk/s72-c/LA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6680838802432471844</id><published>2009-12-22T03:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:51:00.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>28. Black Eyed Peas: Where Is the Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrK425v1GI/AAAAAAAADT4/H4Y1FcVgW8A/s1600-h/BEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrK425v1GI/AAAAAAAADT4/H4Y1FcVgW8A/s200/BEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416364580025652322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephunk&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT, PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's remember back to a time when Black Eyed Peas weren't ubiquitous, annoying, and vapid. Before anyone had a feelin' that tonight was going to be a good night, and before anyone knew what lovely lady lumps were (I still don't, personally), the Peas recruited Justin Timberlake to record an ode to peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6680838802432471844?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6680838802432471844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/28-black-eyed-peas-where-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6680838802432471844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6680838802432471844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/28-black-eyed-peas-where-is-love.html' title='28. Black Eyed Peas: Where Is the Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrK425v1GI/AAAAAAAADT4/H4Y1FcVgW8A/s72-c/BEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2485722064143388493</id><published>2009-12-22T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:50:00.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>29. Mary J. Blige: Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrJ7f4HSsI/AAAAAAAADTw/9OND3hd7Vno/s1600-h/MJB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrJ7f4HSsI/AAAAAAAADTw/9OND3hd7Vno/s200/MJB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416363525872765634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No More Drama&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, TF, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bumpin' Dre track and some Mary J. preachin' will  help you get it crunk. Bonus points to Blige for her word creation skills, even if "dancery", "hateration", and "holleration" never really did catch on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2485722064143388493?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2485722064143388493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/29-mary-j-blige-family-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2485722064143388493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2485722064143388493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/29-mary-j-blige-family-affair.html' title='29. Mary J. Blige: Family Affair'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrJ7f4HSsI/AAAAAAAADTw/9OND3hd7Vno/s72-c/MJB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1396997223061093232</id><published>2009-12-22T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:49:00.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30. Death Cab For Cutie: I Will Follow You Into the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrJOWPr4qI/AAAAAAAADTo/_KCVttY3YIc/s1600-h/DCFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrJOWPr4qI/AAAAAAAADTo/_KCVttY3YIc/s200/DCFC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416362750193164962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plans &lt;/span&gt;(2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: TF, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like this song all that much when it came out, but I wasn't in love then either. Now whenever I hear it the room gets inexplicably dry and water forms in the corners of my eyes. It's a pretty weird phenomenon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1396997223061093232?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1396997223061093232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-death-cab-for-cutie-i-will-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1396997223061093232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1396997223061093232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-death-cab-for-cutie-i-will-follow.html' title='30. Death Cab For Cutie: I Will Follow You Into the Dark'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrJOWPr4qI/AAAAAAAADTo/_KCVttY3YIc/s72-c/DCFC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1210460936225994034</id><published>2009-12-20T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:53:00.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>31. Eminem: Lose Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrEkGI3TDI/AAAAAAAADTg/X4ZbPx_vKGA/s1600-h/Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrEkGI3TDI/AAAAAAAADTg/X4ZbPx_vKGA/s200/Em.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416357626268568626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Mile: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lose Yourself&lt;/span&gt; is a great song, but it's basically the last time Eminem was truly impactful in any way. And to think, back in 2002, I came dangerously close to declaring him the game-changer of the Aughts (a game-changer is an artist who revolutionizes the music industry; there are only five, roughly one-per decade: Elvis Presley, Beatles, Ramones, Michael Jackson, Nirvana). In retrospect, I don't think your game-changer can be someone who picked fights with the likes of Chris Kirkpatrick, Christina Aguilara, and Moby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1210460936225994034?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1210460936225994034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/31-eminem-lose-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1210460936225994034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1210460936225994034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/31-eminem-lose-yourself.html' title='31. Eminem: Lose Yourself'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrEkGI3TDI/AAAAAAAADTg/X4ZbPx_vKGA/s72-c/Em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6777228288746555242</id><published>2009-12-20T03:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:21:15.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>32. Fountains of Wayne: Stacey's Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrCwfqfKmI/AAAAAAAADTY/sfK4ctSW67U/s1600-h/FOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrCwfqfKmI/AAAAAAAADTY/sfK4ctSW67U/s200/FOW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355640255654498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome Interstate Managers&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: TF, RN, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the best part of Stacey's Mom was not the Cars-esque music, the Rachel Hunter-starring video, or the fact that it finally gave Fountains of Wayne the attention they deserved. No, it's the poor deluded narrator who really truly believes he's got a shot with his friend's mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6777228288746555242?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6777228288746555242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/32-fountains-of-wayne-staceys-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6777228288746555242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6777228288746555242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/32-fountains-of-wayne-staceys-mom.html' title='32. Fountains of Wayne: Stacey&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrCwfqfKmI/AAAAAAAADTY/sfK4ctSW67U/s72-c/FOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4141191486313704109</id><published>2009-12-20T03:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:51:00.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>33. David Gray: Babylon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrCV2WIGaI/AAAAAAAADTQ/Fo0HJCwogVY/s1600-h/DG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrCV2WIGaI/AAAAAAAADTQ/Fo0HJCwogVY/s200/DG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355182487804322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Ladder&lt;/span&gt; (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SL, RN, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that pop songs almost always have an all-or-nothing take on romance? They're either over the moon or under the wheels. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babylon&lt;/span&gt; is an exception, actually following its narrator from despair to hope, all in the course of a single weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4141191486313704109?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4141191486313704109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/33-david-gray-babylon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4141191486313704109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4141191486313704109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/33-david-gray-babylon.html' title='33. David Gray: Babylon'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrCV2WIGaI/AAAAAAAADTQ/Fo0HJCwogVY/s72-c/DG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-691373488106406473</id><published>2009-12-20T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:50:00.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>34. Green Day: Wake Me Up When September Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrBZEMq7KI/AAAAAAAADTI/bOBPxde9WmI/s1600-h/GD.jog"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrBZEMq7KI/AAAAAAAADTI/bOBPxde9WmI/s200/GD.jog" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416354138234219682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idiot&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, SVH, TF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could have predicted that Green Day would be more relevant and beloved in the '00s than they were in the '90s, but those kinds of surprises are what makes following pop music so fun. Any number of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idiot&lt;/span&gt; songs would have been suitable for this list, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;/span&gt; has the 9/11 advantage going for it (you could call it the Rudy Guliani effect).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-691373488106406473?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/691373488106406473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/34-green-day-wake-me-up-when-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/691373488106406473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/691373488106406473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/34-green-day-wake-me-up-when-september.html' title='34. Green Day: Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrBZEMq7KI/AAAAAAAADTI/bOBPxde9WmI/s72-c/GD.jog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7625068907702079819</id><published>2009-12-20T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:49:00.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>35. Guster: Careful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrAlRrDLqI/AAAAAAAADTA/PDDSszwV9nk/s1600-h/Guster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrAlRrDLqI/AAAAAAAADTA/PDDSszwV9nk/s200/Guster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416353248498101922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep It Together&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, SVH, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proving that strong melodies and sweet harmonies will never go out of style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7625068907702079819?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7625068907702079819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/35-guster-careful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7625068907702079819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7625068907702079819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/35-guster-careful.html' title='35. Guster: Careful'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyrAlRrDLqI/AAAAAAAADTA/PDDSszwV9nk/s72-c/Guster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5775447016158362709</id><published>2009-12-18T03:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:52:00.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>36. Jimmy Eat World: The Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq-_-Dz1mI/AAAAAAAADS4/cO6VMIywinw/s1600-h/JEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq-_-Dz1mI/AAAAAAAADS4/cO6VMIywinw/s200/JEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416351508066457186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleed American&lt;/span&gt; (aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;) (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA, TF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World recorded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleed American&lt;/span&gt; (renamed after 9/11) with their own money after being dropped from Capital records. Dreamworks recognized a winner and the album became a hit, thanks mostly to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Middle&lt;/span&gt;, the aural equivalent to a hug from your mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5775447016158362709?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5775447016158362709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/36-jimmy-eat-world-middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5775447016158362709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5775447016158362709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/36-jimmy-eat-world-middle.html' title='36. Jimmy Eat World: The Middle'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq-_-Dz1mI/AAAAAAAADS4/cO6VMIywinw/s72-c/JEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7039656375154668078</id><published>2009-12-18T03:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:51:00.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>37. Leona Lewis: Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq-D---i6I/AAAAAAAADSw/AK6eo4jbj6g/s1600-h/LL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq-D---i6I/AAAAAAAADSw/AK6eo4jbj6g/s200/LL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416350477522471842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, TF, BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this sorted out. American Idol is based on a British show called Pop Idol, which also featured Simon Cowell. Pop Idol ceased production in 2003 and was replaced by a nearly identical show called The X Factor, which also features Simon Cowell. Leona Lewis won the third season of it, and then had this hit song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7039656375154668078?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7039656375154668078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/37-leona-lewis-bleeding-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7039656375154668078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7039656375154668078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/37-leona-lewis-bleeding-love.html' title='37. Leona Lewis: Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq-D---i6I/AAAAAAAADSw/AK6eo4jbj6g/s72-c/LL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4709004344239509325</id><published>2009-12-18T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:50:00.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>38. Maroon 5: Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq6umpXrqI/AAAAAAAADSo/Rg_Y9OoftLM/s1600-h/M5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq6umpXrqI/AAAAAAAADSo/Rg_Y9OoftLM/s200/M5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416346811677257378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Won't Be Soon Before Long &lt;/span&gt;(2007)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, TF, MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Levine doesn't have good luck with the ladies. His whole first album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs About Jane&lt;/span&gt; (which featured list-worthy songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harder To Breathe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Love&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Will Be Loved&lt;/span&gt;), was dedicated to an ex. Superstardom didn't make things better, as the muscular rock soul of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes Me Wonder&lt;/span&gt; demonstrates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4709004344239509325?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4709004344239509325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/38-maroon-5-makes-me-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4709004344239509325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4709004344239509325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/38-maroon-5-makes-me-wonder.html' title='38. Maroon 5: Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syq6umpXrqI/AAAAAAAADSo/Rg_Y9OoftLM/s72-c/M5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-999394653687760333</id><published>2009-12-18T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:49:00.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>39. John Mayer: No Such Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyqyKMLCsYI/AAAAAAAADSY/5ORipOKYeNo/s1600-h/JM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyqyKMLCsYI/AAAAAAAADSY/5ORipOKYeNo/s200/JM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416337390002418050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Room For Squares&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: TF, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he became a tatted-up GQ cover model who goes through starlets like Kleenex John Mayer was a fresh-faced singer-songwriter trying to deal with becoming an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-999394653687760333?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/999394653687760333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/39-john-mayer-no-such-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/999394653687760333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/999394653687760333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/39-john-mayer-no-such-thing.html' title='39. John Mayer: No Such Thing'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyqyKMLCsYI/AAAAAAAADSY/5ORipOKYeNo/s72-c/JM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1955399302744529275</id><published>2009-12-18T03:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:48:00.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>40. MGMT: Electric Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyqyzbAjPVI/AAAAAAAADSg/OzkE581gE0w/s1600-h/MGMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyqyzbAjPVI/AAAAAAAADSg/OzkE581gE0w/s200/MGMT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416338098359582034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instrumental hook of this song always reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down Under&lt;/span&gt; by Men At Work, which is of course a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1955399302744529275?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1955399302744529275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/40-mgmt-electric-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1955399302744529275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1955399302744529275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/40-mgmt-electric-feel.html' title='40. MGMT: Electric Feel'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyqyzbAjPVI/AAAAAAAADSg/OzkE581gE0w/s72-c/MGMT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5483911207113957057</id><published>2009-12-16T03:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:21:40.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>41. Peter Bjorn and John: Young Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygTTphUi5I/AAAAAAAADRQ/_KwSp3R4peE/s1600-h/PBandJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygTTphUi5I/AAAAAAAADRQ/_KwSp3R4peE/s200/PBandJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415599780197075858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writer's Block&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, BG, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young Folks&lt;/span&gt; is the the first song since Billy Joel's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stranger &lt;/span&gt;to successfully incorporate whistling. Oh, and I just noticed that the band's name can be shortened with the acronym PB &amp;amp; J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5483911207113957057?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5483911207113957057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/41-peter-bjorn-and-john-young-folks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5483911207113957057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5483911207113957057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/41-peter-bjorn-and-john-young-folks.html' title='41. Peter Bjorn and John: Young Folks'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygTTphUi5I/AAAAAAAADRQ/_KwSp3R4peE/s72-c/PBandJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7005884766082755024</id><published>2009-12-16T03:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:58:00.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>42. Gwen Stefani: Hollaback Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygSBsc9XMI/AAAAAAAADRI/Jp7seecqu_k/s1600-h/GS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygSBsc9XMI/AAAAAAAADRI/Jp7seecqu_k/s200/GS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415598372234812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Angel Music Baby&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SL, MT, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani as a solo star was a no brainer, but that it happened on the strength of a minimalist R &amp;amp; B track with nonsense lyrics? That shit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; B-A-N-A-N-A-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7005884766082755024?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7005884766082755024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/42-gwen-stefani-hollaback-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7005884766082755024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7005884766082755024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/42-gwen-stefani-hollaback-girl.html' title='42. Gwen Stefani: Hollaback Girl'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygSBsc9XMI/AAAAAAAADRI/Jp7seecqu_k/s72-c/GS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6552389020110253049</id><published>2009-12-16T03:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:57:00.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>43. The Strokes: Last Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygRe809RnI/AAAAAAAADRA/EtzdN7oqacs/s1600-h/IIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygRe809RnI/AAAAAAAADRA/EtzdN7oqacs/s200/IIT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415597775335016050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is This It?&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: TF, SL, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Strokes ushered in a thrilling (if brief) rock revival and made us realize that "garage band" doesn't have to mean "untalented" or "hard to listen to." Though Julian Casablancas sings "Your grandsons / They won't understand," I think that he just might be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6552389020110253049?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6552389020110253049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/43-strokes-last-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6552389020110253049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6552389020110253049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/43-strokes-last-nite.html' title='43. The Strokes: Last Nite'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygRe809RnI/AAAAAAAADRA/EtzdN7oqacs/s72-c/IIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2062607866850227662</id><published>2009-12-16T03:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:55:00.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>44. Glen Hansard &amp; Marketa Iglova: Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygPD1hkYsI/AAAAAAAADQ4/3J43Dpc8nAM/s1600-h/Once.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygPD1hkYsI/AAAAAAAADQ4/3J43Dpc8nAM/s200/Once.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415595110494921410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SVH, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For legal reasons I can't post the scene from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; where Glen Hansard and Marketa Iglova perform this song in a music store, but that says more about it than I ever could. Go seek it out yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2062607866850227662?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2062607866850227662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/44-glen-hansard-marketa-iglova-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2062607866850227662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2062607866850227662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/44-glen-hansard-marketa-iglova-falling.html' title='44. Glen Hansard &amp; Marketa Iglova: Falling Slowly'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygPD1hkYsI/AAAAAAAADQ4/3J43Dpc8nAM/s72-c/Once.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2956704472216071010</id><published>2009-12-16T03:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:54:00.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>45. Justin Timberlake: SexyBack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygOglbn16I/AAAAAAAADQw/1TzVKA1TsJI/s1600-h/JT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygOglbn16I/AAAAAAAADQw/1TzVKA1TsJI/s200/JT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415594504879593378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FutureSex/LoveSounds&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT, SL, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyVY3vH0HVI/AAAAAAAADPU/p9_5S3Wzbow/s1600-h/sexyback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyVY3vH0HVI/AAAAAAAADPU/p9_5S3Wzbow/s320/sexyback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414831841548180818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2956704472216071010?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2956704472216071010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/45-justin-timberlake-sexyback.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2956704472216071010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2956704472216071010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/45-justin-timberlake-sexyback.html' title='45. Justin Timberlake: SexyBack'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygOglbn16I/AAAAAAAADQw/1TzVKA1TsJI/s72-c/JT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7728131282930527430</id><published>2009-12-16T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:53:00.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>46. Rufus Wainwright: Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygAuoN_LeI/AAAAAAAADQo/mP3xqGP2QTw/s1600-h/RW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygAuoN_LeI/AAAAAAAADQo/mP3xqGP2QTw/s200/RW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415579352983088610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want One&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many artists, Rufus could have placed several songs on the list. But the title song from his best Aughts album is as good as any, if only for the killer line: "I don't want, no I really don't want / To be John Lennon or Leonard Cohen / I just want to be my Dad / With a slight sprinkling of my mother."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7728131282930527430?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7728131282930527430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/46-rufus-wainwright-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7728131282930527430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7728131282930527430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/46-rufus-wainwright-want.html' title='46. Rufus Wainwright: Want'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SygAuoN_LeI/AAAAAAAADQo/mP3xqGP2QTw/s72-c/RW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-33715112853470630</id><published>2009-12-16T03:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:52:00.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>47. Amy Winehouse: Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf_svepGnI/AAAAAAAADQg/qyFwxT0RDLs/s1600-h/AW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf_svepGnI/AAAAAAAADQg/qyFwxT0RDLs/s200/AW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415578221060627058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back To Black&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA, BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Amy Winehouse entered our lives we always wondered what it would be like if Elvira and Skeletor had a daughter who could sing like Etta James. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rehab&lt;/span&gt; has a retro-soul musical thrill with a very modern lyrical twist, and rarely do singer and song fit so snugly together (in many ways).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-33715112853470630?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/33715112853470630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/47-amy-winehouse-rehab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/33715112853470630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/33715112853470630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/47-amy-winehouse-rehab.html' title='47. Amy Winehouse: Rehab'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf_svepGnI/AAAAAAAADQg/qyFwxT0RDLs/s72-c/AW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6997371834991554920</id><published>2009-12-16T03:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:51:00.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>48. 50 Cent: In Da Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf-ac0-rEI/AAAAAAAADQY/tAmRCi0KOpU/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf-ac0-rEI/AAAAAAAADQY/tAmRCi0KOpU/s200/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415576807304768578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Rich or Die Tryin'&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, at some point during your birthday, sing the opening few lines of this song to yourself, then you just aren't trying hard enough. Have some Bacardi and loosen up. Maybe get a hug from 50 if you don't mind getting rubbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6997371834991554920?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6997371834991554920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/48-50-cent-in-da-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6997371834991554920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6997371834991554920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/48-50-cent-in-da-club.html' title='48. 50 Cent: In Da Club'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf-ac0-rEI/AAAAAAAADQY/tAmRCi0KOpU/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4102528244737869301</id><published>2009-12-16T03:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:53:50.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>49. Ryan Adams: New York, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf8qrMj5WI/AAAAAAAADQQ/3qB02zFOCEI/s1600-h/RA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf8qrMj5WI/AAAAAAAADQQ/3qB02zFOCEI/s200/RA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415574887016424802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more songs about New York about as much a I need more canker sores, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York, New York&lt;/span&gt; endures because it's not just a rote celebration of the "capital of the world," it's a goodbye. As Adams mourns a "busted up and broken up" relationship he also gives a fond farewell to the city where it took place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4102528244737869301?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4102528244737869301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/49-ryan-adams-new-york-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4102528244737869301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4102528244737869301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/49-ryan-adams-new-york-new-york.html' title='49. Ryan Adams: New York, New York'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf8qrMj5WI/AAAAAAAADQQ/3qB02zFOCEI/s72-c/RA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4629821934472989518</id><published>2009-12-16T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:49:00.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50. Fiona Apple: Extraordinary Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf7GfcVtOI/AAAAAAAADQI/FjwgDOpF0lc/s1600-h/FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf7GfcVtOI/AAAAAAAADQI/FjwgDOpF0lc/s200/FA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415573165874459874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extraordinary Machine&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a complete lack of self-doubt is foolhardy, we need songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extraordinary Machine&lt;/span&gt; to remind us of our own individual power. It's a pep talk and an "eff you" rolled into a sweetly off-kilter showtune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4629821934472989518?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4629821934472989518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/50-fiona-apple-extraordinary-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4629821934472989518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4629821934472989518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/50-fiona-apple-extraordinary-machine.html' title='50. Fiona Apple: Extraordinary Machine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Syf7GfcVtOI/AAAAAAAADQI/FjwgDOpF0lc/s72-c/FA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6299211912007327552</id><published>2009-12-14T03:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:59:00.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>51. Arcade Fire: Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGReWKwpdI/AAAAAAAADNM/flOTc3S9x4o/s1600-h/AF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGReWKwpdI/AAAAAAAADNM/flOTc3S9x4o/s200/AF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413768177608861138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funeral&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake Up&lt;/span&gt; was a great song before, but it was put over the top by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5ZT9aB_7cY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5ZT9aB_7cY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6299211912007327552?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6299211912007327552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/51-arcade-fire-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6299211912007327552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6299211912007327552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/51-arcade-fire-wake-up.html' title='51. Arcade Fire: Wake Up'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGReWKwpdI/AAAAAAAADNM/flOTc3S9x4o/s72-c/AF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7031793352480990632</id><published>2009-12-14T03:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:54:54.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>52. Natasha Bedingfield: Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGRDHGyJvI/AAAAAAAADNE/c1-3ga6DWmI/s1600-h/NB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGRDHGyJvI/AAAAAAAADNE/c1-3ga6DWmI/s200/NB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413767709709182706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother Daniel's career tapered off, but Natasha took off on the strength of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/span&gt;. Its genius is its soaring optimism: "Drench yourself in words unspoken / Live your life with arms wide open / Today is where your book begins / The rest is still unwritten." Every generation needs its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Break My Stride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7031793352480990632?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7031793352480990632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/52-natasha-bedingfield-unwritten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7031793352480990632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7031793352480990632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/52-natasha-bedingfield-unwritten.html' title='52. Natasha Bedingfield: Unwritten'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGRDHGyJvI/AAAAAAAADNE/c1-3ga6DWmI/s72-c/NB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4035999564887112277</id><published>2009-12-14T03:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:56:00.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>53. Coldplay: Clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGQlghIWYI/AAAAAAAADM8/vd8eWTjd5zc/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGQlghIWYI/AAAAAAAADM8/vd8eWTjd5zc/s200/cold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413767201134500226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Rush of Blood To the Head&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay could have placed any number of songs on the list: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trouble&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Panic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Place&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fix You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Of Sound&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt; to name a few. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clocks&lt;/span&gt; is good, though not especially better than any of those, nor was it the biggest hit (that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt;, surprisingly). It simply got more votes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4035999564887112277?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4035999564887112277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/53-coldplay-clocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4035999564887112277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4035999564887112277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/53-coldplay-clocks.html' title='53. Coldplay: Clocks'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGQlghIWYI/AAAAAAAADM8/vd8eWTjd5zc/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8457973062890740305</id><published>2009-12-14T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:55:00.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>54. Dandy Warhols: We Used To Be Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGQHZ-6d3I/AAAAAAAADM0/T6Jyv5mVCX8/s1600-h/DW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGQHZ-6d3I/AAAAAAAADM0/T6Jyv5mVCX8/s200/DW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766683984295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to the Monkey House&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme to Veronica Mars, of course. I also like how the album cover somewhat absolves the horrible band name by combining Andy Warhol's two most famous album cover designs (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velvet Underground and Nico&lt;/span&gt;'s banana and Rolling Stones' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sticky Fingers&lt;/span&gt; zipper).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8457973062890740305?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8457973062890740305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/54-dandy-warhols-we-used-to-be-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8457973062890740305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8457973062890740305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/54-dandy-warhols-we-used-to-be-friends.html' title='54. Dandy Warhols: We Used To Be Friends'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGQHZ-6d3I/AAAAAAAADM0/T6Jyv5mVCX8/s72-c/DW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5514916967930278965</id><published>2009-12-14T03:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:54:00.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>55. Fall Out Boy: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGO_plVVkI/AAAAAAAADMs/wTMtbhJJH5M/s1600-h/FOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGO_plVVkI/AAAAAAAADMs/wTMtbhJJH5M/s200/FOB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413765451221390914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infinity On High&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, TF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fll t by my hve trd t dvsfy by gttng R nd B mstr Bbyfc t prdc ths sng, bt thy'r stll prtty dmn [emo]. Wtness the chrs ln: "Thnks fr th mmrs / vn thgh thy wrn't s grt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5514916967930278965?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5514916967930278965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/55-fall-out-boy-thks-fr-th-mmrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5514916967930278965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5514916967930278965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/55-fall-out-boy-thks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='55. Fall Out Boy: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGO_plVVkI/AAAAAAAADMs/wTMtbhJJH5M/s72-c/FOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2050484536265732718</id><published>2009-12-14T03:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:55:23.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>56. Flaming Lips: Fight Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGNDEdAa8I/AAAAAAAADMk/vDoXDfLs0AQ/s1600-h/FL.jog"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGNDEdAa8I/AAAAAAAADMk/vDoXDfLs0AQ/s200/FL.jog" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413763310950575042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part where the guy says, "The test begins now," creeps me out every time, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight Test&lt;/span&gt; one of the Lips' most lucid songs. It's a regretful and melancholy tune about about a guy who backed down when he should have stood up and fought. It's also quite pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2050484536265732718?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2050484536265732718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/56-flaming-lips-fight-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2050484536265732718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2050484536265732718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/56-flaming-lips-fight-test.html' title='56. Flaming Lips: Fight Test'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGNDEdAa8I/AAAAAAAADMk/vDoXDfLs0AQ/s72-c/FL.jog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6722484831973080205</id><published>2009-12-14T03:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:52:00.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>57. Ben Folds: You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGMmN3Wm2I/AAAAAAAADMc/zZqoplRH7tA/s1600-h/BF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGMmN3Wm2I/AAAAAAAADMc/zZqoplRH7tA/s200/BF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413762815260793698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way To Normal&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds is the king of the bitter break-up song in the Double Zeros. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;/span&gt;, a duet with Regina Spektor, besides being a good song also demonstrates the new way we experience and react to music. Before the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way To Normal&lt;/span&gt; album even came out, you could go on YouTube and see a bunch of high school dudes performing the song in their living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6722484831973080205?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6722484831973080205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/57-ben-folds-you-dont-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6722484831973080205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6722484831973080205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/57-ben-folds-you-dont-know-me.html' title='57. Ben Folds: You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGMmN3Wm2I/AAAAAAAADMc/zZqoplRH7tA/s72-c/BF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7790862267677167923</id><published>2009-12-14T03:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:51:00.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>58. Franz Ferdinand: Take Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGMCFruJHI/AAAAAAAADMU/d6986spuoNE/s1600-h/FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGMCFruJHI/AAAAAAAADMU/d6986spuoNE/s200/FF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413762194589230194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily The Strokes had pretty big coattails, but points go to Franz Ferdinand for adding disco elements to the garage pop sound. Cool video too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7790862267677167923?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7790862267677167923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/58-franz-ferdinand-take-me-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7790862267677167923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7790862267677167923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/58-franz-ferdinand-take-me-out.html' title='58. Franz Ferdinand: Take Me Out'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SyGMCFruJHI/AAAAAAAADMU/d6986spuoNE/s72-c/FF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-192603110288784668</id><published>2009-12-14T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:50:00.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>59. Frou Frou: Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vjiW3QII/AAAAAAAADMM/nneI1hi5cVI/s1600-h/FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vjiW3QII/AAAAAAAADMM/nneI1hi5cVI/s200/FF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412675352222187650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Details&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or does Imogean Heap sound a little bit like Billy Corgan on this track? Never mind. Let's make it clear. Zach Braff used Let Go supremely well in the climactic scene in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Garden State&lt;/span&gt;. Did the scene make the song or did the song make the scene? You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-192603110288784668?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/192603110288784668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/59-frou-frou-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/192603110288784668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/192603110288784668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/59-frou-frou-let-go.html' title='59. Frou Frou: Let Go'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vjiW3QII/AAAAAAAADMM/nneI1hi5cVI/s72-c/FF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6847592205504068744</id><published>2009-12-14T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:49:00.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60. Jay-Z: 99 Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vXAu95zI/AAAAAAAADME/d0T2bt7rndQ/s1600-h/JZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vXAu95zI/AAAAAAAADME/d0T2bt7rndQ/s200/JZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412675137038051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Black Album&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, TF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the Aught's treat Hova? 7 number one albums, multi-platinum sales, retirement, presidency of Def Jam, unretirement, marriage to the hottest girl in R &amp;amp; B, more memorable guest raps than ANYONE, at least one instant classic album (2001's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Blueprint&lt;/span&gt;), and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;99 Problems&lt;/span&gt;, a Rick Rubin-produced rap-rock throwback full of attitude and social commentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6847592205504068744?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6847592205504068744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/60-jay-z-99-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6847592205504068744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6847592205504068744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/60-jay-z-99-problems.html' title='60. Jay-Z: 99 Problems'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vXAu95zI/AAAAAAAADME/d0T2bt7rndQ/s72-c/JZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-567421996585988398</id><published>2009-12-12T03:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:38:15.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>61. Jack Johnson: Flake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2urGHvHUI/AAAAAAAADL0/9XThWjd9RLQ/s1600-h/JJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2urGHvHUI/AAAAAAAADL0/9XThWjd9RLQ/s200/JJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412674382569872706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brushfire Fairytales&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: EV, SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Eliza, our resident JJ expert, have this pick all to herself, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flake&lt;/span&gt; got the nod. Eliza recommends seeking out a live version, because that's just the ways she rolls. I must add that I like the steel drums and the funky "please please" bit at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-567421996585988398?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/567421996585988398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/61-jack-johnson-flake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/567421996585988398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/567421996585988398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/61-jack-johnson-flake.html' title='61. Jack Johnson: Flake'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2urGHvHUI/AAAAAAAADL0/9XThWjd9RLQ/s72-c/JJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-9006614287256502477</id><published>2009-12-12T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:38:03.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>62. Junior Senior: Move Your Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vD3NYHHI/AAAAAAAADL8/3wSyd3xUUOw/s1600-h/JS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vD3NYHHI/AAAAAAAADL8/3wSyd3xUUOw/s200/JS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412674808063728754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-D-Don't Stop the Beat&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write some sentences about how well this Danish gay/straight dance duo managed to joyously mix disco and electronica. But instead, I'll just let you watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfqL7bwx9fs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfqL7bwx9fs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-9006614287256502477?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/9006614287256502477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/62-junior-senior-move-your-feet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/9006614287256502477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/9006614287256502477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/62-junior-senior-move-your-feet.html' title='62. Junior Senior: Move Your Feet'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2vD3NYHHI/AAAAAAAADL8/3wSyd3xUUOw/s72-c/JS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6691305377514103644</id><published>2009-12-12T03:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:52:00.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>63. Kings of Leon: Sex On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2uIXI4NvI/AAAAAAAADLs/BLjVsyyzQD4/s1600-h/KOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2uIXI4NvI/AAAAAAAADLs/BLjVsyyzQD4/s200/KOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673785842644722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only By the Night&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of 2008's most unlikely success stories was Kings of Leon. After three indie-approved albums, they made a huge mainstream splash on the strength of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex On Fire&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Use Somebody&lt;/span&gt;. Some fans called sellout, but I was more than happy to buy in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6691305377514103644?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6691305377514103644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/63-kings-of-leon-sex-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6691305377514103644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6691305377514103644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/63-kings-of-leon-sex-on-fire.html' title='63. Kings of Leon: Sex On Fire'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2uIXI4NvI/AAAAAAAADLs/BLjVsyyzQD4/s72-c/KOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3608048421837199344</id><published>2009-12-12T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:50:00.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>64. Lady Gaga: Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tzsC_E1I/AAAAAAAADLk/_YPMmc3RTJ0/s1600-h/LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tzsC_E1I/AAAAAAAADLk/_YPMmc3RTJ0/s200/LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673430677820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fame&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admittedly a little late to the Lady Gaga party, but everytime I hear this song I think of the episode of Parks and Recreation where Leslie Knope (Amy Pohler) performs a wedding for two male penguins and goes to a gay club where she hears &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poker Face&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. She ends up repeating the "puh puh puh poker face puh puh puh poker face" part over and over and over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3608048421837199344?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3608048421837199344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/64-lady-gaga-poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3608048421837199344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3608048421837199344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/64-lady-gaga-poker-face.html' title='64. Lady Gaga: Poker Face'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tzsC_E1I/AAAAAAAADLk/_YPMmc3RTJ0/s72-c/LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2990083154966054570</id><published>2009-12-12T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:49:00.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>65. LCD Soundsystem: Daft Punk Is Playing At My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tnqGFQ_I/AAAAAAAADLc/8UzIaUkK_KQ/s1600-h/LCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tnqGFQ_I/AAAAAAAADLc/8UzIaUkK_KQ/s200/LCD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673223995507698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LCD Soundsystem&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daft Punk Is Playing At My House&lt;/span&gt;, besides being the only song on the list to name-check another artist, is the story of a truly great party. Musically it finds that delicate balance between new wave, punk, and I.D.M (intelligent dance music).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2990083154966054570?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2990083154966054570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/65-lcd-soundsystem-daft-punk-is-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2990083154966054570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2990083154966054570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/65-lcd-soundsystem-daft-punk-is-playing.html' title='65. LCD Soundsystem: Daft Punk Is Playing At My House'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tnqGFQ_I/AAAAAAAADLc/8UzIaUkK_KQ/s72-c/LCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1904109362147371656</id><published>2009-12-10T03:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:53:00.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>66. MIMS: This Is Why I'm Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2ta1qoAQI/AAAAAAAADLU/NWo8OuRYvto/s1600-h/MIMS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2ta1qoAQI/AAAAAAAADLU/NWo8OuRYvto/s200/MIMS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673003763269890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Is My Savior&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main reason why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is Why I'm Hot&lt;/span&gt; made the list? When the song came out I was teaching second grade and my students loved it. In fact, one student filled up the entire back side of a math test by writing the title repeatedly in the manner of Jack Nicholson in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Shining&lt;/span&gt;, e.g. This Is Why I'm Hot This Is Why I'm Hot This Is Why I'm Hot This Is Why I'm Hot This Is Why I'm Hot This Is Why I'm Hot, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1904109362147371656?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1904109362147371656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/66-mims-this-is-why-im-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1904109362147371656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1904109362147371656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/66-mims-this-is-why-im-hot.html' title='66. MIMS: This Is Why I&apos;m Hot'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2ta1qoAQI/AAAAAAAADLU/NWo8OuRYvto/s72-c/MIMS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-4147657076273830110</id><published>2009-12-10T03:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:56:45.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>67. Nada Surf: Always Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tMZzokxI/AAAAAAAADLM/3RNcJ7BqJ4c/s1600-h/NS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tMZzokxI/AAAAAAAADLM/3RNcJ7BqJ4c/s200/NS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412672755766694674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Weight Is a Gift &lt;/span&gt;(2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A left-field but very welcome choice for this list (Shal and Richard nominated it independently of one another) comes from a band that was supposed to go away after scoring a '90s novelty hit (that'd be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popular&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Love &lt;/span&gt;is a shimmery pop ditty full of peaceful wisdom: "Always love / Even when you oughtta fight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-4147657076273830110?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/4147657076273830110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/67-nada-surf-always-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4147657076273830110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/4147657076273830110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/67-nada-surf-always-love.html' title='67. Nada Surf: Always Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2tMZzokxI/AAAAAAAADLM/3RNcJ7BqJ4c/s72-c/NS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8801471759899992817</id><published>2009-12-10T03:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:54:45.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>68. Phoenix: Lisztomania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2sQcVzvAI/AAAAAAAADLE/7_o_E2P2G6U/s1600-h/WAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2sQcVzvAI/AAAAAAAADLE/7_o_E2P2G6U/s200/WAP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412671725654752258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest song on the list. I really like it as of this moment, but only time will tell if it truly belongs. In the meantime, enjoy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtRQsCgYmtc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtRQsCgYmtc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8801471759899992817?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8801471759899992817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/68-phoenix-listzomania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8801471759899992817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8801471759899992817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/68-phoenix-listzomania.html' title='68. Phoenix: Lisztomania'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2sQcVzvAI/AAAAAAAADLE/7_o_E2P2G6U/s72-c/WAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3380338217177857344</id><published>2009-12-10T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:50:00.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>69. Rihanna feat. Jay-Z: Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2sEmAmkbI/AAAAAAAADK8/nsHAKGU0FpU/s1600-h/Rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2sEmAmkbI/AAAAAAAADK8/nsHAKGU0FpU/s200/Rihanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412671522091733426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Girl Gone Bad&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to this song for being one of the few R &amp;amp; B songs to not create a double entendre out of a seemingly harmless object (see Kelis' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milkshake&lt;/span&gt;, 50 Cent's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy Shop&lt;/span&gt;, etc.). When Rihanna says "you can stand under my um-brella-ella-ella" she really means it. Whether its literally or figuratively (the rain in that case would be a metaphor for the hard times in life) at least it's not sexually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3380338217177857344?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3380338217177857344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/69-rihanna-feat-jay-z-umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3380338217177857344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3380338217177857344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/69-rihanna-feat-jay-z-umbrella.html' title='69. Rihanna feat. Jay-Z: Umbrella'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2sEmAmkbI/AAAAAAAADK8/nsHAKGU0FpU/s72-c/Rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1794497933008961793</id><published>2009-12-10T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:49:00.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>70. Rilo Kiley: Portions For Foxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2r4QhFPTI/AAAAAAAADK0/iXJTpoEb6Us/s1600-h/Rk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2r4QhFPTI/AAAAAAAADK0/iXJTpoEb6Us/s200/Rk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412671310163950898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Adventurous&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band comprised of barely-famous child actors isn't the most likely candidate for indie rock stardom, but Rilo Kiley beat those odds. I was so fascinated by Portions For Foxes when it came out that I wrote &lt;a href="http://3min49sec.blogspot.com/2004/12/15-rilo-kiley-portions-for-foxes.html"&gt;320 words&lt;/a&gt; dissecting its meaning. My conclusion: Jenny Lewis is going to break your heart, but it'll hurt her as much as it hurts you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1794497933008961793?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1794497933008961793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/70-rilo-kiley-portions-for-foxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1794497933008961793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1794497933008961793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/70-rilo-kiley-portions-for-foxes.html' title='70. Rilo Kiley: Portions For Foxes'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sx2r4QhFPTI/AAAAAAAADK0/iXJTpoEb6Us/s72-c/Rk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2636777796603094940</id><published>2009-12-08T03:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:39:06.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>71. Andy Samberg's SNL Digital Shorts</title><content type='html'>Found on: Saturday Night Live (2005 - 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cheat of course, a way to get 3 songs for the price of one. I make no apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXW-WFbqHI/AAAAAAAADKU/hs4MGyGsw8U/s1600/13299-480-352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXW-WFbqHI/AAAAAAAADKU/hs4MGyGsw8U/s200/13299-480-352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410466893924116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first is 2005's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lazy Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, a hard-hitting chronicle of two friends (Samberg and Chris Parnell) preparing to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; together and boasting about their Matthew Perry trivia knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXXCBcr5MI/AAAAAAAADKc/CiBGJukzWFE/s1600/justin_timberlake_dick_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXXCBcr5MI/AAAAAAAADKc/CiBGJukzWFE/s200/justin_timberlake_dick_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410466957103981762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For 2006's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dick In a Box&lt;/span&gt; Samberg got an upgrade in partners (Chris Parnell to Justin Timberlake is no contest) and parodied Color Me Badd in both style and substance. Any resemblance to a scene in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diner&lt;/span&gt; is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXXGOqoNJI/AAAAAAAADKk/NOCke4zAKko/s1600/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXXGOqoNJI/AAAAAAAADKk/NOCke4zAKko/s200/boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410467029371597970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, 2009's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm On A Boat&lt;/span&gt; found Samberg, Akiva Schaffer (who co-wrote the previous two songs as well), and T-Pain bragging about their nautical adventures. My favorite part is when an Autotuned T-Pain warbles dreamily, "I never thought I'd be on a boat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2636777796603094940?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2636777796603094940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/71-andy-sambergs-snl-digital-shorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2636777796603094940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2636777796603094940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/71-andy-sambergs-snl-digital-shorts.html' title='71. Andy Samberg&apos;s SNL Digital Shorts'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXW-WFbqHI/AAAAAAAADKU/hs4MGyGsw8U/s72-c/13299-480-352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1279209399635651991</id><published>2009-12-08T03:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:35:35.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>72. The Shins: Caring Is Creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXWIFcnRqI/AAAAAAAADKM/ys7pN4NpwhU/s1600/Shins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXWIFcnRqI/AAAAAAAADKM/ys7pN4NpwhU/s200/Shins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465961745008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Inverted World&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: MT, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the Shins may not change your life, but they are pretty good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caring Is Creepy&lt;/span&gt;, besides having an awesome title, is a dreamy, off-kilter pop number that could be about a messy break-up or the aftermath of an apocalypse. You know, either one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1279209399635651991?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1279209399635651991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/72-shins-caring-is-creepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1279209399635651991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1279209399635651991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/72-shins-caring-is-creepy.html' title='72. The Shins: Caring Is Creepy'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXWIFcnRqI/AAAAAAAADKM/ys7pN4NpwhU/s72-c/Shins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6425310127303437974</id><published>2009-12-08T03:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:35:22.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>73. Britney Spears: Toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXV3DMw6rI/AAAAAAAADKE/yapHEmyS3Fo/s1600/BS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXV3DMw6rI/AAAAAAAADKE/yapHEmyS3Fo/s200/BS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465669083884210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the Zone&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: BG, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-1313477311/britney_spears_toxic_official_music_video/"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; is beyond ridiculous, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toxic&lt;/span&gt; is the last Britney moment that everyone could basically agree on (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; might have earned that distinction if not for its insinuation that Peter, Paul and Mary got it on). It sounds like a Bond theme from the year 3978.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6425310127303437974?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6425310127303437974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/73-britney-spears-toxic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6425310127303437974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6425310127303437974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/73-britney-spears-toxic.html' title='73. Britney Spears: Toxic'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXV3DMw6rI/AAAAAAAADKE/yapHEmyS3Fo/s72-c/BS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7542970109446132004</id><published>2009-12-08T03:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:55:01.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>74. Spoon: I Turn My Camera On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXVmfRLwdI/AAAAAAAADJ8/K12frsDtUQg/s1600/Spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXVmfRLwdI/AAAAAAAADJ8/K12frsDtUQg/s200/Spoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465384560837074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gimme Fiction&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, SL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gimme Fiction&lt;/span&gt; album could have placed any number of tracks in this spot, from the Replacements-lite of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sister Jack&lt;/span&gt; to the enigmatic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Two Sides of Monsieur Valentine&lt;/span&gt; to the chugging&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I Summon You&lt;/span&gt;. I think Steph and Wendy picked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Turn My Camera On&lt;/span&gt; mostly because it was featured prominently  in a Veronica Mars episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7542970109446132004?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7542970109446132004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/74-spoon-i-turn-my-camera-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7542970109446132004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7542970109446132004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/74-spoon-i-turn-my-camera-on.html' title='74. Spoon: I Turn My Camera On'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXVmfRLwdI/AAAAAAAADJ8/K12frsDtUQg/s72-c/Spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-9031760250035756619</id><published>2009-12-08T03:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:54:00.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>75. Ting Tings: Shut Up and Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXVUhbjbrI/AAAAAAAADJ0/_Fb38-TDyZ4/s1600/TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXVUhbjbrI/AAAAAAAADJ0/_Fb38-TDyZ4/s200/TT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465075903557298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Started Nothing&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uberdanceable hook suitable for commercial use plus some bratty vocals and fun, nonsense lyrics ("your jeans were once so clean I bet you changed your wardrobe since we met") add up to a late '00s standout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-9031760250035756619?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/9031760250035756619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/75-ting-tings-shut-up-and-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/9031760250035756619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/9031760250035756619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/75-ting-tings-shut-up-and-let-me-go.html' title='75. Ting Tings: Shut Up and Let Me Go'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXVUhbjbrI/AAAAAAAADJ0/_Fb38-TDyZ4/s72-c/TT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2308995396431098155</id><published>2009-12-08T03:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:02:25.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>76. Usher feat. Ludacris &amp; L'il Jon: Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXTASayA7I/AAAAAAAADJs/U9EYKtk5pho/s1600/Usher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXTASayA7I/AAAAAAAADJs/U9EYKtk5pho/s200/Usher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462529253147570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, TF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li'l Jon gets a few Chapelle-approved "okay!"s in and Usher provides a pretty face, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt; is really Ludacris' show. His quotable moments are off the charts. Consider: "I won't stop 'til I get 'em in they birthday suits," "take that and rewind it back," and the immortal "we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2308995396431098155?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2308995396431098155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/76-usher-feat-ludacris-lil-john-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2308995396431098155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2308995396431098155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/76-usher-feat-ludacris-lil-john-yeah.html' title='76. Usher feat. Ludacris &amp; L&apos;il Jon: Yeah!'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXTASayA7I/AAAAAAAADJs/U9EYKtk5pho/s72-c/Usher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3115611877966487017</id><published>2009-12-08T03:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:52:00.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>77. Vicious Vicious: Shake That Ass On the Dancefloor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxkHTfhVcjI/AAAAAAAADKs/ibLR-0gcQKQ/s1600-h/vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxkHTfhVcjI/AAAAAAAADKs/ibLR-0gcQKQ/s200/vv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411364458722587186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood and Clover&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only truly indulgent choice on the list is a song most people have never heard. Vicious Vicious is Twin Cities musician Erik Appelwick, a songwriter, performer, producer, and currently the bassist for Tapes 'n Tapes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake That Ass On the Dancefloor&lt;/span&gt; has a hip hop title but a cocktail lounge backing and lyrics about a girl who listens to 8 tracks. It's a little funny, a little sexy, and all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3115611877966487017?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3115611877966487017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/77-vicious-vicious-shake-that-ass-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3115611877966487017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3115611877966487017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/77-vicious-vicious-shake-that-ass-on.html' title='77. Vicious Vicious: Shake That Ass On the Dancefloor'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxkHTfhVcjI/AAAAAAAADKs/ibLR-0gcQKQ/s72-c/vv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1335930991265877096</id><published>2009-12-08T03:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:51:00.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>78. White Stripes: Seven Nation Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXSiXcpI2I/AAAAAAAADJk/-bie5bxNxvA/s1600/WS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXSiXcpI2I/AAAAAAAADJk/-bie5bxNxvA/s200/WS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462015207056226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several White Stripes songs emerged as viable candidates, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fell In Love With a Girl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're Going To Be Friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Doorbell&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Don't Know What Love Is&lt;/span&gt;. So you know a band was pretty important to a decade when people can't agree which of their songs was the best. The Zeppelinesque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Nation Army&lt;/span&gt; got one extra vote and the nod,  fitting since it's the song that pushed the Stripes to that next level of notoriety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1335930991265877096?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1335930991265877096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/78-white-stripes-seven-nation-army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1335930991265877096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1335930991265877096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/78-white-stripes-seven-nation-army.html' title='78. White Stripes: Seven Nation Army'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXSiXcpI2I/AAAAAAAADJk/-bie5bxNxvA/s72-c/WS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7832739004638931656</id><published>2009-12-08T03:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:50:00.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>79. X-Press 2 feat. David Byrne: Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXR449dNAI/AAAAAAAADJc/7B229iR9Lb0/s1600/XP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXR449dNAI/AAAAAAAADJc/7B229iR9Lb0/s200/XP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461302648550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muzikizum&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Heads leader David Byrne teamed up with a British electronic dance trio for this charming track. Though the lyrics find him bragging about how lethargic he is ("I'm lazy when I'm lovin' / I'm lazy when I play / I'm lazy with my girlfriend a thousand times a day"), Byrne sounds as energized as ever. In fact, one might say its his best song since the Heads disbanded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7832739004638931656?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7832739004638931656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/79-x-press-2-feat-david-byrne-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7832739004638931656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7832739004638931656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/79-x-press-2-feat-david-byrne-lazy.html' title='79. X-Press 2 feat. David Byrne: Lazy'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXR449dNAI/AAAAAAAADJc/7B229iR9Lb0/s72-c/XP2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6666253004724654041</id><published>2009-12-08T03:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:49:00.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>80. "Weird Al" Yankovic: White 'N' Nerdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXNT1s80eI/AAAAAAAADJU/gPWefNEvnyM/s1600/WLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXNT1s80eI/AAAAAAAADJU/gPWefNEvnyM/s200/WLY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410456268072341986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight Outta Lynwood&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird Al" has been doing song parodies for 26 years now, but only a small handful of them have actually eclipsed their source material the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White 'N' Nerdy&lt;/span&gt; does (the original is Chamillionaire's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ridin' &lt;/span&gt;in case you were wondering)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Al reels off a litany of dorky boasts ("My rims never spin / to the contrary / you'll find they're quite stationary") and throws in references to Earl Grey tea, pi, Minesweeper, Javascript, Segueways, X-Men comics, ergonomic keyboards, Monty Python, the Gap, fannypacks, Renaissance fairs, Kirk vs. Picard, and Stephen Hawking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6666253004724654041?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6666253004724654041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/80-weird-al-yankovic-white-n-nerdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6666253004724654041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6666253004724654041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/80-weird-al-yankovic-white-n-nerdy.html' title='80. &quot;Weird Al&quot; Yankovic: White &apos;N&apos; Nerdy'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SxXNT1s80eI/AAAAAAAADJU/gPWefNEvnyM/s72-c/WLY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-891701702489644368</id><published>2009-12-06T05:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:54:00.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>81. Daniel Powter: Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyVARiKq5I/AAAAAAAADI8/AwwDVjCQNNs/s1600/DP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyVARiKq5I/AAAAAAAADI8/AwwDVjCQNNs/s200/DP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407861084504370066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Daniel Powter&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. But this song was huge, and it's got a pretty darn good melody and lyrics. It's not Powter's fault that it got played into the ground and came to symbolize overly dramatic American Idol eliminations. What's interesting to me is that the song is mostly a statement of fact ("you had a bad day") and offers no absolution or consolation for it. It's as if Powter is your own personal play-by-play announcer, there to comment but not interject his opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-891701702489644368?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/891701702489644368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/81-daniel-powter-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/891701702489644368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/891701702489644368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/81-daniel-powter-bad-day.html' title='81. Daniel Powter: Bad Day'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyVARiKq5I/AAAAAAAADI8/AwwDVjCQNNs/s72-c/DP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3248659648500177365</id><published>2009-12-06T05:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:53:00.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>82. The All-American Rejects: Gives You Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyUunQyaPI/AAAAAAAADI0/UXTLuP4RZXY/s1600/AAR"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyUunQyaPI/AAAAAAAADI0/UXTLuP4RZXY/s200/AAR" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407860781099411698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the World Comes Down&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that will hopefully never go out of style is the conflicted kiss-off. You know the song: the dumpee tries to pretend he's over it, but his anger betrays the fact that he still cares a little too much. This pop/emo/stadium shouter is another fine addition to the pantheon: "Truth be told I miss you," Tyson Ritter admits before contradicting himself. "Truth be told I'm lyin'" Extra points for admitting in the lyrics that the song was written for the express purpose of pissing off its subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3248659648500177365?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3248659648500177365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/82-all-american-rejects-gives-you-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3248659648500177365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3248659648500177365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/82-all-american-rejects-gives-you-hell.html' title='82. The All-American Rejects: Gives You Hell'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyUunQyaPI/AAAAAAAADI0/UXTLuP4RZXY/s72-c/AAR' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5347650910378613206</id><published>2009-12-06T05:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:55:00.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>83. Aqualung: Brighter Than Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyUExLcpAI/AAAAAAAADIk/6raXF2PHQV4/s1600/AQUALUNG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyUExLcpAI/AAAAAAAADIk/6raXF2PHQV4/s200/AQUALUNG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407860062206862338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strange and Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, he rode Coldplay's coattails just a little bit, but Matt Hales' also named himself after a Jethro Tull album, so there's that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brighter Than Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; is a sweet love song that was genetically programmed to accompany dramatic moments on television dramas, and it fulfilled that promise and then some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5347650910378613206?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5347650910378613206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/83-aqualung-brighter-than-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5347650910378613206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5347650910378613206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/83-aqualung-brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='83. Aqualung: Brighter Than Sunshine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyUExLcpAI/AAAAAAAADIk/6raXF2PHQV4/s72-c/AQUALUNG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2787141154114954374</id><published>2009-12-06T05:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:50:00.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>84. India Arie: Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyTjTm8XnI/AAAAAAAADIc/3ed22a8rwww/s1600/IA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyTjTm8XnI/AAAAAAAADIc/3ed22a8rwww/s200/IA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407859487333441138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acoustic Soul&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a hip-hop Tracy Chapman, India Arie made waves in 2001 with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Video&lt;/span&gt;. It's a sassy, self-confident rejection of the music industry's objectification fixation. "Keep your Kristal and your pistol / I'd rather have a pretty piece of crystal / Don't need your silicone I prefer my own."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2787141154114954374?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2787141154114954374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/84-india-arie-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2787141154114954374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2787141154114954374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/84-india-arie-video.html' title='84. India Arie: Video'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyTjTm8XnI/AAAAAAAADIc/3ed22a8rwww/s72-c/IA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-2492003597378984531</id><published>2009-12-06T05:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:49:00.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>85. Matt Pond PA: Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyTS_7ZI-I/AAAAAAAADIU/Lr9LB9I0FGs/s1600/MPPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyTS_7ZI-I/AAAAAAAADIU/Lr9LB9I0FGs/s200/MPPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407859207172596706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Several Arrows Later&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Pond might be a bit of a misanthrope. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; details a party on the titular holiday, where our narrator is so disgusted by the vapid partygoers around him ("Heard it's modern to be stupid / You don't need a thought to look good") that has visions of breaking windows and setting a fire. Let's be glad he worked out his impulses in a pretty song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-2492003597378984531?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/2492003597378984531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/85-matt-pond-pa-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2492003597378984531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/2492003597378984531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/85-matt-pond-pa-halloween.html' title='85. Matt Pond PA: Halloween'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwyTS_7ZI-I/AAAAAAAADIU/Lr9LB9I0FGs/s72-c/MPPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-876765661180089878</id><published>2009-12-04T05:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:53:00.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>86. M.I.A.: Paper Planes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwySvospmEI/AAAAAAAADIM/Nxeb8cIH-r0/s1600/MIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwySvospmEI/AAAAAAAADIM/Nxeb8cIH-r0/s200/MIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407858599641323586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kala&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/span&gt; made a splash in the trailer for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/span&gt; and in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, but it's strong enough to stand on its own. An ode to general thuggery, it earns points for the best use of a handgun on a pop track since The Escape Club's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Wild West&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-876765661180089878?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/876765661180089878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/11/86-mia-paper-planes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/876765661180089878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/876765661180089878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/11/86-mia-paper-planes.html' title='86. M.I.A.: Paper Planes'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwySvospmEI/AAAAAAAADIM/Nxeb8cIH-r0/s72-c/MIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8851218395732708071</id><published>2009-12-04T05:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:52:00.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>87. My Morning Jacket: Golden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwySFHLzv-I/AAAAAAAADIE/phchIzyOS-M/s1600/MMJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwySFHLzv-I/AAAAAAAADIE/phchIzyOS-M/s200/MMJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407857869090701282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Still Moves&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky's My Morning Jacket may have made artistic strides on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Z&lt;/span&gt; (2005) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evil Urges&lt;/span&gt; (2008) but only one of their songs has been or ever will be covered by '70s soft rock patriarchs America. That's this gentle ditty, in case you didn't figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8851218395732708071?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8851218395732708071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/87-my-morning-jacket-golden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8851218395732708071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8851218395732708071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/87-my-morning-jacket-golden.html' title='87. My Morning Jacket: Golden'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwySFHLzv-I/AAAAAAAADIE/phchIzyOS-M/s72-c/MMJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6754097336050311278</id><published>2009-12-04T05:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:34:58.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>88. Bloc Party: Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx_qUTRE9I/AAAAAAAADH8/dpNF7YjSvdk/s1600/BP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx_qUTRE9I/AAAAAAAADH8/dpNF7YjSvdk/s200/BP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407837617545876434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent Alarm&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angular guitars, slightly distant vocals, subtle but clear melodies. New new wave may have been little more than a replication, but if you're going to revive a time in music history, the rich and diverse post-punk of the late '70s and early '80s is a pretty darn good choice. Bloc Party were one of the best at it, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banquet&lt;/span&gt; is a great example of that (though personally I would have chosen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Modern Love&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6754097336050311278?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6754097336050311278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/88-bloc-party-banquet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6754097336050311278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6754097336050311278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/88-bloc-party-banquet.html' title='88. Bloc Party: Banquet'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx_qUTRE9I/AAAAAAAADH8/dpNF7YjSvdk/s72-c/BP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-111029937865481190</id><published>2009-12-04T05:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:50:00.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>89. Loretta Lynn: Portland, Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx_MsSRtLI/AAAAAAAADH0/ovtXGxBHPhY/s1600/LL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx_MsSRtLI/AAAAAAAADH0/ovtXGxBHPhY/s200/LL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407837108588098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van Lear Rose &lt;/span&gt;(2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004 Jack White took country legend Loretta Lynn under his wing and they made the album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van Lear Rose&lt;/span&gt;. The showcase duet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Portland, Oregon&lt;/span&gt; has an intro you can shave on and the lyrics are all about a drunken one night stand. It might as well be a White Stripes song with Loretta Lynn on guest vocals, but as far as career revivals go, you can't ask for much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-111029937865481190?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/111029937865481190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/89-loretta-lynn-portland-oregon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/111029937865481190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/111029937865481190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/89-loretta-lynn-portland-oregon.html' title='89. Loretta Lynn: Portland, Oregon'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx_MsSRtLI/AAAAAAAADH0/ovtXGxBHPhY/s72-c/LL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-3411430976867598195</id><published>2009-12-04T05:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:49:00.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>90. New Pornographers: The Bleeding Heart Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx-y5F1YaI/AAAAAAAADHs/cXyvLJZOrrc/s1600/NP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx-y5F1YaI/AAAAAAAADHs/cXyvLJZOrrc/s200/NP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407836665348972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twin Cinema&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power pop "supergroup" New Pornographers made quite a splash on the indie scene in the aughts, and any number of their songs might deserve a spot on the list. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bleeding Heart Show&lt;/span&gt; gets my nod thanks to its stunning second half, which is about as joyful as two minutes of music can safely get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-3411430976867598195?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/3411430976867598195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/90-new-pornographers-bleeding-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3411430976867598195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/3411430976867598195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/90-new-pornographers-bleeding-heart.html' title='90. New Pornographers: The Bleeding Heart Show'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swx-y5F1YaI/AAAAAAAADHs/cXyvLJZOrrc/s72-c/NP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-478869308600183039</id><published>2009-12-02T05:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:57:00.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>91. Ray LaMontagne: You Are the Best Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlqtYt5UHI/AAAAAAAADHk/rXjY8fXWrCs/s1600/Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlqtYt5UHI/AAAAAAAADHk/rXjY8fXWrCs/s200/Ray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406970155596599410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip In the Grain&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and her husband Josh danced to this love song at their wedding this past June, so it's a sentimental pick for her. Not that it isn't deserving. The horns are old school, LaMontagne's whiskey-voice sounds like it should be coming from a grizzled black bluesman, not a white bearded hippie, and the background vocals remind me of a different Ray, Ray Charles (with the Raylettes, of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-478869308600183039?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/478869308600183039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/91-ray-lamontagne-you-are-best-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/478869308600183039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/478869308600183039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/91-ray-lamontagne-you-are-best-thing.html' title='91. Ray LaMontagne: You Are the Best Thing'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlqtYt5UHI/AAAAAAAADHk/rXjY8fXWrCs/s72-c/Ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6188845906334357862</id><published>2009-12-02T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:56:00.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>92. Owl City: Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swlm_SAxa_I/AAAAAAAADHc/fKqMSkqcnUQ/s1600/owlcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swlm_SAxa_I/AAAAAAAADHc/fKqMSkqcnUQ/s200/owlcity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406966064987859954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ocean Eyes&lt;/span&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success of Owl City highlights the ways the music industry has changed and why the old business model needs to go out the window. Owatonna, Minnesota native Adam Young recorded some songs in his basement, put them on the Internet, and built a fanbase through word of mouth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/span&gt; went to #1 on the Billboard charts for two weeks in November while at the same time being available as a free single-of-the-week on iTunes, and still posted for free listens on Owl City's MySpace page (it currently has 17 MILLION plays). It certainly helps that Young has a knack for a pop melody and composition, a dreamy singing voice akin to Death Cab for Cutie / Postal Service frontman Ben Gibbard, and boyish good looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6188845906334357862?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6188845906334357862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/92-owl-city-fireflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6188845906334357862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6188845906334357862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/92-owl-city-fireflies.html' title='92. Owl City: Fireflies'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Swlm_SAxa_I/AAAAAAAADHc/fKqMSkqcnUQ/s72-c/owlcity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6521670155974123296</id><published>2009-12-02T05:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:55:00.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>93. A.R. Rahman: Jai Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwliivarCpI/AAAAAAAADHU/j3E1jb7BEP8/s1600/rahman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwliivarCpI/AAAAAAAADHU/j3E1jb7BEP8/s200/rahman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406961176618404498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire (Music from the Motion Picture)&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unlikely song for America to embrace, but a deserving one nonetheless, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jai Ho&lt;/span&gt; won the Oscar for Best Original Song in 2008. The song is driving Indian pop with a soaring chorus, a bit of hip-hop flavor, and even a brief country passage. Rahman is assisted by singers Sukhvinder Singh, Tanvi Shah, and Mahalaxmi Iyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6521670155974123296?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6521670155974123296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/93-ar-rahman-jai-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6521670155974123296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6521670155974123296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/93-ar-rahman-jai-ho.html' title='93. A.R. Rahman: Jai Ho'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwliivarCpI/AAAAAAAADHU/j3E1jb7BEP8/s72-c/rahman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-1513081879917790370</id><published>2009-12-02T05:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:54:00.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>94. Santogold: L.E.S. Artistes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlYDwuYCdI/AAAAAAAADHM/L9hke0NdZvs/s1600/Santogold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlYDwuYCdI/AAAAAAAADHM/L9hke0NdZvs/s200/Santogold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406949649277258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santogold&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santogold (now known as Santigold) is a black singer who loves punk and '80s pop, and her music shows it. On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L.E.S. Artists&lt;/span&gt; the verses are early '80s new wave by way of '00s new new wave, and the chorus is dreamy no wave a la Sonic Youth. By the way, L.E.S. is an acronym for Lower East Side. That's not knowledge you need to enjoy the song, but I thought you might like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-1513081879917790370?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/1513081879917790370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/94-santogold-les-artistes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1513081879917790370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/1513081879917790370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/94-santogold-les-artistes.html' title='94. Santogold: L.E.S. Artistes'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlYDwuYCdI/AAAAAAAADHM/L9hke0NdZvs/s72-c/Santogold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6801811163141816678</id><published>2009-12-02T05:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:54:00.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>95. Scissor Sisters: Take Your Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlWVubKo0I/AAAAAAAADHE/m0JJnUE79Kg/s1600/SS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlWVubKo0I/AAAAAAAADHE/m0JJnUE79Kg/s200/SS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406947758874207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best bands to come out of the aughts are New York's Scissor Sisters. They have alter egos, they're inter-gender, at least two of them are gay, and they write songs that hearken back to the British pop glory of the '70s. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Your Mama &lt;/span&gt;is a danceable ode to coming out of the closet to your mom in a most fabulous way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6801811163141816678?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6801811163141816678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/95-scissor-sisters-take-your-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6801811163141816678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6801811163141816678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/95-scissor-sisters-take-your-mama.html' title='95. Scissor Sisters: Take Your Mama'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlWVubKo0I/AAAAAAAADHE/m0JJnUE79Kg/s72-c/SS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-103591808064466239</id><published>2009-12-02T05:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:53:00.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>96. Jill Scott: Golden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlVHVl0MXI/AAAAAAAADG8/Iru9vumEWhs/s1600/Jill+Scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlVHVl0MXI/AAAAAAAADG8/Iru9vumEWhs/s200/Jill+Scott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406946412178190706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautifully Human - Words and Sounds, Vol.2&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to all aspiring musicians. Take good childhood photos, because you're going to use one of them for album art one day, I guarantee.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Golden&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderfully optimistic/self-confidence-boosting song with an old-school R &amp;amp; B spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-103591808064466239?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/103591808064466239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/96-jill-scott-golden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/103591808064466239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/103591808064466239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/96-jill-scott-golden.html' title='96. Jill Scott: Golden'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlVHVl0MXI/AAAAAAAADG8/Iru9vumEWhs/s72-c/Jill+Scott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-6672131517494053084</id><published>2009-12-02T05:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:52:00.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>97. Shakira: Whenever, Wherever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlTrEJMaDI/AAAAAAAADG0/04mtZsqbKFE/s1600/shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlTrEJMaDI/AAAAAAAADG0/04mtZsqbKFE/s200/shakira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406944826946775090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laundry Service&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be a she-wolf with hips that don't lie, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever, Wherever&lt;/span&gt; was Shakira's breakthrough song. Her very distinctive singing voice and unique pronunciation (she's a native Colombian) separated her immediately from the early-2000s cavalcade of blonde pop singers. The pan flute is a nice touch, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-6672131517494053084?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/6672131517494053084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/11/97-shakira-whenever-wherever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6672131517494053084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/6672131517494053084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/11/97-shakira-whenever-wherever.html' title='97. Shakira: Whenever, Wherever'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlTrEJMaDI/AAAAAAAADG0/04mtZsqbKFE/s72-c/shakira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-8688465119147205084</id><published>2009-12-02T05:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:32:01.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>98. Soulja Boy: Crank That (Soulja Boy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlQgjJkqoI/AAAAAAAADGs/7euyeVDBhhg/s1600/souljaboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlQgjJkqoI/AAAAAAAADGs/7euyeVDBhhg/s200/souljaboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406941347756419714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Souljaboytell'em.com&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song in a row to mention Superman, and the second with nearly indecipherable lyrics. To truly measure the impact of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank That&lt;/span&gt;, you would have to travel back with me to a middle school dance two years ago and witness the sheer pandemonium that erupted when this song came on. Its popularity certainly wasn't hurt by the fact that it had its own built-in, easy-to-replicate dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-8688465119147205084?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/8688465119147205084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/98-soulja-boy-crank-that-soulja-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8688465119147205084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/8688465119147205084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/98-soulja-boy-crank-that-soulja-boy.html' title='98. Soulja Boy: Crank That (Soulja Boy)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwlQgjJkqoI/AAAAAAAADGs/7euyeVDBhhg/s72-c/souljaboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-7069121994127071873</id><published>2009-12-02T05:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:50:00.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>99. Sufjan Stevens: The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwYUoRGQSEI/AAAAAAAADGc/daopECm-9V0/s1600/Illinois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwYUoRGQSEI/AAAAAAAADGc/daopECm-9V0/s200/Illinois.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406031084721817666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Illinois&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: TF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metropolis, Illinois is a tiny little town that embraces its part in the Superman mythology. They've got statue of the Man of Steel and in their visitors' center you can buy tiny bags of "Kryptonite" (which is kind of insidious if you think about it). This mysterious song doesn't have much to do with any of that, but it is an excellent example of Stevens' indie operettas, with shifting tempos, trumpet solos, and a choir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-7069121994127071873?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/7069121994127071873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/99-sufjan-stevens-man-of-metropolis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7069121994127071873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/7069121994127071873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/99-sufjan-stevens-man-of-metropolis.html' title='99. Sufjan Stevens: The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwYUoRGQSEI/AAAAAAAADGc/daopECm-9V0/s72-c/Illinois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759001311646520489.post-5545761241444713518</id><published>2009-12-02T05:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:17:28.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100. Yellowcard: Ocean Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwYTmMRQFTI/AAAAAAAADGU/X2eY1hH0fo0/s1600/Yellowcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwYTmMRQFTI/AAAAAAAADGU/X2eY1hH0fo0/s200/Yellowcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406029949554398514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ocean Avenue&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SVH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2000s saw the rise of emo as a commercially viable genre, and then inexplicably saw it become synonymous with goth (hence the one-liner "I wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself"). But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean Ave&lt;/span&gt;. demonstrates what it true emo: pop punk with lyrics about messed-up relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4759001311646520489-5545761241444713518?l=top10000s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/feeds/5545761241444713518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-yellowcard-ocean-avenue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5545761241444713518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4759001311646520489/posts/default/5545761241444713518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10000s.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-yellowcard-ocean-avenue.html' title='100. Yellowcard: Ocean Avenue'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SwYTmMRQFTI/AAAAAAAADGU/X2eY1hH0fo0/s72-c/Yellowcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
