This is about as hateful a question as it is possible to ask a guy like me. I own somewhere in excess of 4,000 CDs probably and if you put a gun to my head I could make a case for at least several dozen songs that fit the bill. I could pick a number of U2 tracks, for instance (“Sunday Bloody Sunday,” maybe, especially the live version from Rattle and Hum, or “Pride”) or The Police’s “So Lonely” or “Shadows in the Rain,” which was simply chilling live. Or Queen’s “The Prophet’s Song.” Or Springsteen (“Thunder Road”) or REM (“South Central Rain”) or Johnny Clegg & Savuka (“I Call Your Name” or “The Crossing”). How about Don Dixon’s “Your Sister Told Me Where You’ve Been” or “(If I Could) Walk Away.” (Actually, I might use that last one later if there’s a call for a song that torments you to sleep at night). Graham Parker has several that I love intensely. Or “Carrying a Torch” by Van Morrison. How can I ignore Zevon and Zep and Pink Floyd and Peter Gabriel and The Beatles and Space Team Electra (come on, what about “Luminous Crush”?) And I’m not even talking about some of my newer favorites from bands like Fiction 8 or The Birthday Massacre or The Lost Patrol. (I guess I could pick “Winter Rain” or “Hegemony” by F8 or “Bittersweet” by Paul Lewis, but I’d feel guilty since I co-wrote them.)
Waffle waffle waffle. No matter what I pick, I’m lying and doing a disservice to somebody. So of this list I’m going to pick one that I dearly love, and that connection probably has something to do with the artist, who I consider a good friend. And as I listen to the song I remember the place I grew up and I think I know where he’s singing about, places that I once called home.
So, Day 1: your favorite song – Jeffrey Dean Foster’s “The Summer of the Son of Sam.” Gods, I hope it gets easier than this.