“Daughter w/Another Brick in the Wall” by Pearl Jam

4:55 for 5/24 (Do the math; it works)

“The Garden” by Guns N’ Roses (w/ Alice Cooper)

5:22 for 5/22

Only poor boys take a chance,
On the garden’s song and dance,
Feel her flowers as they wrap around,
But only smart boys do without

“Stone Cold” by Rainbow

5:17 for 5/17

The smooth rockin’ vocals of Joe Lynn Turner and the tasteful guitar licks of Ritchie Blackmore.

“The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Sinead O’Connor

5:16 for 5/16

Through their own words 
They will be exposed 
They’ve got a severe case of 
The emperor’s new clothes 

“Locked in the Trunk of a Car” by The Tragically Hip (Live)

5:15 for 5/15

You could say I became chronologically fucked up

This song, and most Tragically Hip songs for that matter, would be high on my list of driving songs which is probably why I usually listen to them more during the summer months. 

“All Her Favorite Fruit” by Camper Van Beethoven

5:14 for 5/14

“While My Guitar Gently Weeps” by The Jeff Healey Band

5:13 for 5/13

“Fiddler’s Green” by The Tragically Hip (from Live From the Vault: Volume 3)

5:12 for 5/12

September Seventeen
For a girl I know it’s Mother’s Day
Her son has gone alee
And that’s where he will stay

It’s rather coincidental that this song came up today. It is essentially an elegy for singer Gord Downie’s nephew and, due to the personal nature of the song, the band did not play it live for fifteen years. This is one of the first live recordings once they began adding it to their set lists again. The crowd really seems to know the significance of the song and the honor of being part of the shared experience of its performance. 

“Just One Fix” by Ministry

5:11 for 5/11

life keeps slipping away
fighting in a war with damnation
poised, keep cutting away
i’m looking in through to salvation

“Cannonball” by Damien Rice

5:10 for 5/10

I once had a girlfriend who broke up with me so she could join Cirque du Soleil. This was her favorite album. The end.

there’s still a little bit of 
your taste in my mouth,
there’s still a little bit of you
laced with my doubt,
its still a little hard to say,
whats going on