You can pick one song. And that one song defines you – to everyone you know and to everyone you will (ever) meet. This three-or-four-or-five-minute pop-ditty, or prog-rock opus, or jazzy dance-cut or heavy metal paean to Pazuzu, or hip-hop track, or comedy-folk parody will define you. What will it be?
Will you go with The Flight of the Conchords or Tenacious D because you see their hi-fidelity hi-jinx as some form of meta in-joke, rockers who are blocking their instinct to rock by jocking up laughs by cocking up songs intentionally?
Will you pick The Beach Boys’ Good Vibrations or The Beatles’ A Day In The Life because you figure they’re the ultimate examples of clever pop-songs that seem to have gotten cleverer as the years have gone on; outside analysis has bumped them on and along the path – and you can rest assured that picking either of them, somewhat casually, is a smart move because you can rest on the laurels of the recorded ideal rather that the post-production idea of added genius?
Will you go with some heavy metal opus? Led Zeppelin’s Stairway To Heaven or Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody? Both blatantly absurd examples of more is less; the opposite of how a clever pop song should really work.
Can you be smart enough to see the intrinsic ruse in this gimmick/question? So, you’ll therefore pick the current chart hit of your choice? Or you’ll go with some always-out-of-date tears-in-the-beers country song (Dolly Parton’s usually a smart choice in such an instance).
No – there’s no tricks here. One song that defines you – be it folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, funk, jazz, blues, R&B, comedy. What is the single one track that you can stake your claim on? C’mon Everybody, as Eddie Cochran used to say. What’s it going to be? Me, I’ll go first (since it’s my blog and all). I’ll happily (for now) be defined by this one song: