London has a plethora of free magazines and papers, most of which have no merit other than that they are free. Thursday's magazine is Shortlist, which takes approximately 2 minutes to read, but does have a lot of lists.
I like lists, but they do have a habit of revealing my increasing distance from contemporary life. I was struck by the list at the back of this week's edition which listed out Moby's top ten tracks to exercise to. Here they are:
Led Zeppelin, Immigrant Song
Rolling Stones, Gimmie Shelter
Public Enemy, Fight the power
Pantera, War nerve
The Clash , White Riot
Black Flag, Thirsty and Miserable
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Mercy Seat
New York Dolls, Trash
Thelma Houston, Don't leave me this way
X, Sugarlight
Obviously, I haven't actually heard of about half of these, but I don't even understand the logic for the ones I have. What pace do you jog along to the Mercy Seat? Regardless, here are my current favourites, though I spent my Monday session in the gym exercising to Noel Cowerd, which isn't normal, even for me.
Fairport Convention, Cajun Woman
Waylon Jennings, Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way
Creedance Clearwater Revival, Born on the Bayou
S Club 7, Don't stop movin'
Kylie, Your Disco needs you
Rolling Stones, Carol
Sparks, This Town ain't big enough for both of us
Rolling Stones, Happy
Chicory Tip, Son of my father
Bruce Springsteen, Born in the USA
Only the first four to six are truly key; the others fluctuate in and out. There are some vaguely (only vaguely mind) fashionable modern tracks bubbling below my top ten, but they're just not as good.
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