This songs matters to me, because: (your explanation here)

I'm not here to judge, sir. But ... you're older than me.

 

I'll go a second round, and I'll apologize for pouring the sugary stuff all over the room.

Ben Folds' <b>"The Luckiest."</b> Because it was the song played for my first dance with my lovely wife. Every line reminds me of moments spent with her, and it all rings true to me.

A few of the lines that stand up the hairs on the back of my neck every time I hear them ...

<i>And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day</i>

And ...

<i>And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize</i>

And finally ...

<i>I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you</i>

 

Mikey: You have to respect your elders. It's good for business.

 

That's why I held back. I'll leave the age jokes for my parents.

 

I used to make those jokes to my former managing editor. She started in the business in like 1977, and I wasn't born until 1982. I would mention this when she would talk something that had happened anywhere between 1977 and 1987.
She'd always say, "shut up," but it was always funny. She never took it personally.

 

Doug and the Slugs ... early MTV gold! They were the Mighty Mighty Bosstones before the Mighty Mighty Bosstones!

 

God bless you! Doug and the Slugs (or Doug and the Escargot as we used to call them). They define Vancouver in the '80s for me. And my band did a gig with them in Nanaimo in the late '80s - a Rick Hanson "Man in Motion" fund raiser, no less.

Thanks for bringing some great memories back.

 

Indeed! Doug and The Slugs were great. Can't help but bop along when "Too Bad" or "Dangerous" or their version of "Nobody But Me" comes through the iPod.

Doug Bennett passed a couple of years back. A true Canuck rock legend.

 

And a true nutbar.

 

All the great ones are.

 

A gentle bump.

 

Staind's So Far Away.

I always dug this song, which is kind of funny since typically I'd rather have Britney Spears drive a railroad spike through my scrotum with her false teeth than listen to Staind.

But, last December, I lost both my grandfather and godfather in a 15 day span. I spent that holiday season grieving and seriously considering suicide. After all, I reasoned, my grandfather and godfather were good men whose families miss them terribly. Who, exactly, would miss me if I took a Nestea plunge into an oncoming subway train?

Anyway, one day I was flipping through my CDs and praying to Who-or-Whatever the Higher Religious Entity is would take mercy on me and end my suffering and my life. I came across the song and played it. And played it again. And played it again. And somewhere along the way, I began to think of my grandfather and godfather.

Now, whenever I listen to it, I think of them and I believe that they're watching over me.