For me, this is the Rhapsody account with most of my CDs loaded into it, as well as hundreds of other albums streaming. I'd say a conservative estimate would put this at 30 days of music. I'll just give the many many instrumental tracks a bye, given that this is all about the verbals. Let's see what comes up, and let's hope I have a big stack by the time this experiment is done.
1. She's a rich girl, she don't try to hide it, got diamonds on the soles of her shoes. He's a poor boy, empty as a pocket, empty as a pocket with nothing to lose.
Commentary: Wow, right out the gate a great track from one of the 80s outstanding albums. Ladysmith Black Mambazo in the house with Paul Simon, the man with such an earnest warble and such goofy lyrics, that there's no explanation for why it all works for him. He should come off as a block of solid Velveeta instead of one of the decade's top songwriters.
2. Can't you hear the nightbirds cryin', can't you hear the lonesome dove? Say, won't you come back, darlin', to the only one you love?
Commentary: I've never heard this track (from David Grisman) before. Some nice mandolin-pickin' bluegrass. Nothing horribly special, but it gets the job done.
3. "Ready to set this bitch off?"
Commentary: Some silly interstical playing on the great Speakerboxxx/The Love Below album. Big Boi decided to put his four (?)-year-old behind the mic for laughs. Ho ho ho. Let's hope this isn't the next edition of Li'l Bow Wow. Because then I'll have to jam sporks into my eyes.
[Instrumental Interlude: John Coltrane jams pure liquid gold. Awesome.]
4. "Women, they good for noth--"
"Wait wait wait. Trip this. We're going to dedicate this to all the pretty young ladies."
Commentary: Ice Cube from waaaaaaay back in the day, battling Yo Yo for gender superiority. AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted is a long way from Are We There Yet? Ach. Where are the Ice Cubes of yesteryear?
5. I can tell there's something you don't want to tell me.
Commentary: Well, there's certainly something I don't want to tell you. That's the Dixie Chicks on my tracklist. What can I say? I think they're ai'it, modern country pop though they be. Curse you, random shuffle, for exposing guilty pleasures! Curse you!!!!
6. I got to roast William Shatner on Comedy Central a few months ago, which [applause] I appreciate that, but now I'm about to tell you a story which you will not applaud, because it's pathetic. . .
Commentary: Patton Oswalt destroys. One of the funniest men in America right now. Get him in a room with David Cross and Louis CK and we'll all collectively fly into the sun, comedically speaking.
[Instrumental Interlude: DJ Spooky unwinds my mind and rethreads my head.]
7. Can't be bothered with the natural fact I'm her slave and I can't look back.
Commentary: I'm a new fan of moe., one of the heirs apparent to the Phish jamband throne. You should be too, if you like 30-minute tracks. Try their Warts & All sets. Delicious!
[Instrumental Interlude: Bela Fleck performs a laid back little diddly.]
8. Today could be a lot of fun, and precious one, I'd feel good just to walk with you.
Commentary: Um . . . I don't think the Beach Boys appeal is really in the lyrics. Seriously, though, this is from Smiley Smile/Wild Honey, the excellent album that came out after the seminal Pet Sounds. These were the Beach Boys jams that influenced the Beatles. So, you know, you might think about checking them out.
[Instrumental Interlude: Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey is challenging, but worth it.]
9. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. Mrrzzzle mrrzle mrrzlle maazzlle, mrrmble mrrmble mrrmble trwwwrrrrr!
Commentary: Bob Dylan, man.
10. Freeeeeeezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again. Oh, Feeeeeeeelin' maybe he'll see a little better set of days, ooh yeah.
Commentary: Eddie Vedder and Layne Stayley pretty much invented that "oooh yeah" rawk thing they did. But when that Nickleback dink does it, it just offends. My point is, throw batteries at the band if you happen to find yourself at a Nickelback concert. Then try to explain what you were doing there.
11. Dooo doo doo, oh Lawd. I, I'm going to be. So good to you. What's good to you. Is good to me.
Commentary: If you haven't gotten into Parliament/Funkadelic yet, you're dead to me right now. Come on Sir Nose, it's time to Aquaboogie.
[Instrumental Interlude: What's this??? Another David Grisman tune? When do I ever listen to this guy? How many DG tracks do I have? Let's see . . . hmm, 24 out of thousands. Looks like Grisman's hit his one-outer tonight.]
12. Can I make it funky?
Commentary: Since you are James Freaking Brown, the Godfather of Soul, the answer is yes. You can make it funky. With a little ho-cakes on the side. James had one of the highest T/I (talent/insanity) indexes we've ever seen. We're still dealing with what he did for the bowl haircut.
13. Someone in the club tonight has stolen my ideas.
Commentary: They Might Be Giants is severely under-rated. Do you know how much music they are responsible for? It's not all Particle Man and Istanbul, people.
14. I'll never forget you, I'll never forget you, I'll never forget you.
Commentary: Ella Fitzgerald, the finest voice ever recorded. I don't even know if I like this song, but I could listen to Ella Fitz sing a John Grisham book.
15. Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye. Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will stare out at the moon upon the windowsill, and dream...
Commentary: Tom Waits. This isn't a song of his I'm familiar with, but that guy rocks the house. Or, to be more accurate, he freaks the house out. But he's still a favorite, and he's at my dream poker table. With a knife.
16. I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody breaks your heart.
Commentary: I've got a lot more James Brown than David Grisman loaded up (shock), but still it's weird to have a couple double artists in just 20 songs. But James is always welcome.
17. Woman hold her head and cry, cause her son had been shot down in the street and die, from a stray bullet. Woman hold her head and cry, explaining to her was a passerby, who saw the woman cry.
Commentary: One of the finest vintage Bob Marley tracks, Johnny Was. The hits just keep coming at WGOAT. Way to go, randomizer, you haven't embarrassed me since the Dixie Chicks . . .
18. Don't let them fool ya, or even try to school ya.
Commentary: . . . but you do seem to enjoy doubling up on artists. Then again, to be fair, I do have about 467,800 Marley tracks.
19. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I want to just show you what my politics are.
Commentary: Cream song. I'm about out of commentary. Um . . .I like Cream. Clapton before he took up residence in the elevators and shopping malls of the world = crazy delicious.
20. Hotel keys are all I'm holding, it's room number 225. Hotel keys are all I'm holding, I'm here but barely alive.
Commentary: Yonder Mountain String Band. They're good. They play music. I like it. I'm not even making an attempt at commenting anymore. However, I'm in 35th place out of 152 and we're past the money bubble. Wish me well.
Bonus: This one is the very next track, number 21. It's from William S. Burroughs, and it's too good to leave out.
The lavertory has been locked for three hours; I think they're using it for an operating room.