The radio is on when I creep downstairs [Triple R again, as usual].  They’re playing “The Black Night” by The Dodos, and I let the song finish before I switch the stereo off.

I have a few errands to run before class, so I leave home early.  My iPod is on shuffle for the tram/bus ride, and I find myself listening to the following:
Ned Collette – “Sell Your Life”
Silverchair – “Anthem for the Year 2000”
Seahorses – “Love is the Law”
The Hooters – “All You Zombies”
You Am I – “Wankers”
Marina & the Diamonds – “Hollywood”
Elvis Costello – “Watching the Detectives”
Dead Letter Circus – “Cage”
Hole – “Awful”
Kaiser Chiefs – “Born to be a Dancer”
Fastball – “The Way”
Arctic Monkeys – “Love Machine”
Kate Nash – “Stitching Leggings”
Stereophonics – “Dakota”
4 Non Blondes – “What’s Up”

A dress catches my eye in Sportsgirl, so I take out my headphones as I walk into the store.  They’re playing an Adele track, which I assume is off her latest album.  I make a note to buy myself a copy as soon as I have money.  The headphones go back in for the rest of my shopping:
Frightened Rabbit – “Poke”
British India – “The Golden Years”
The Dead 60s – “Riot Radio”

I drop into magnation to flick through the latest import of NME.  I end up sitting upstairs for about half an hour.  They’re playing a varied mix that includes Best Coast and Wagons.

As I get on the tram up Swanston St, a busker starts performing a cover of “Hold Me Now”.

One of my tutorials this afternoon is for Ragtime to Rap – a chronological look at the progression of popular music.  Six weeks into semester, we’ve finally hit the 1960s, focusing particularly on folk and psychedelia.  We start with some Bob Dylan, taking a vote to decide which track to listen to.  “The Times They Are A-Changin'” wins against my choice of “Blowing in the Wind”.  We discuss the political themes of Dylan’s work, as well as the basic acoustic instrumentation of most folk music.  Track 2 is “We Shall Overcome” by Joan Baez, and I’m annoyed at the awful sound quality of the YouTube video our tutor has chosen [most tracks played in the class are on CD, through the music departments fairly decent audio setup, but occasionally we’re shown a clip to add some visual context].  Janis Joplin’s “Ball & Chain” is played as a supposed segue between the two genres [despite not having all that much in common with either], but discussion moves back to Dylan and his influences, and we find ourselves watching a YouTube clip of Woody Guthrie’s “This Land is Your Land [which always makes me think of the Thanksgiving pageant scene in Stepmom].  Up next is Jimi Hendrix with “Purple Haze”, and I’m amazed at how many people in the class have never heard it before.  The psychedelia genre sparks discussion about drugs, and we therefore listen to “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” [The Beatles].  We’re told to listen to the entirety of Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band as homework.  Once again, I’m amazed that some of the people who’ve chosen to take this class haven’t done so already.  I know I’m being judgemental and elitist in my music snobbery, but I really am bewildered at people’s ignorance.  With a couple of minutes left, I get to choose our final song [one of the perks of being the only person who speaks up during class], so we listen to the title track: “Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”.

After class, I’m in the mood to listen to some more Beatles, but I’m disappointed with the selection on my iPod.  For some reason, I haven’t got Sgt Pepper’s on there, and I end up scrolling halfway through their 1 compilation, and listen to “Get Back”, “The Ballad of John & Yoko”, “Something” and “Come Together”, while on the tram.

I have to find a copy of a film for my French Cinema class, so I go to JB Hi-Fi.  They’re playing Beyonce.  I don’t recognise any of the songs, but I’m familiar enough with her voice.  On the tram home I put on The Stone Roses and read some streetpress that I picked up along the way.  I don’t pay much attention to the music, aside from a mental singalong to “I Am the Resurrection”.  I’m quite close to home when the album ends, and play Third Eye Blind’s “Semi Charmed Life” twice to complete the journey.

Glenn and I are at the cinema, and we’re about twenty minutes early for the film.  We sit in the empty theatre, and the background music is a mixture of 50s and 60s pop.

Incredibly depressed after seeing Never Let Me Go [brilliant film, but it did kill me a little inside], I watch Adam Hills Live in Gordon St Tonight on iView because Mark Watson was on.  There are two musical performances – Immigrant Union with a cover of Rose Tattoo’s “Bad Boy for Love”, and KD Lang, who puts me to sleep singing “I Confess”.


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