My Desert Island, All-Time, Top 50 Songs

Much to my pleasure, I Guess I’m Floating recently posted their “Best Songs of the Decade” list. Considering their blog caters to the type of music crowd that judges the order of every pick, I liked how IGIF’s blogger explained that his selections were nothing more than “the fifty songs that meant the most” to him. In my opinion, all lists should be constructed in a similar autobiographical fashion:

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Reading IGIF’s list brought back some fond Old East memories. For a glorious two week period during our sophomore year, the third floor rediscovered its appreciation for 90s pop music. I’m fairly positive this love resulted from my discovery of the accessibility of Billboard’s annual Top 100. Revisiting Jon Secada, Mark Morrison, and Real McCoy reinvigorates the soul. Guilty pleasures blasted from dorm rooms and the majority of our dinners at Lenoir turned into heated debates over personal favorites from 1995. For every Boyz II Men supporter, there was an adament challenger proclaiming All 4 One’s superiority.

The pop music discussions led to many of us devising and distributing our own actual Top 20 Song lists. Out of curiosity, I went back and found my original list from that semester. Although damaging to my credibility, I thought the list would exemplify how much four years can change one’s preferences. Each pick had a winded explanation at the time, but I still don’t know what I was thinking on a lot of them.

For comparison’s sake, I decided to revisit the idea again. Even after years of priding myself on listening to music that you’ve never heard of, the updated list still confirms my underlying love for pop. As musically diverse as I’d like to think I am, strong melodies and emotive messages continue to trump the more obscure MP3s found on my iPod. Apparently, I’m a glass case and will never be able to escape the emo label I received for wearing band shirts as a Darkside rookie.

I guess I’m still a romantic at heart? Do I listen to pop music because I’m miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music?

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