I've been dreading the arrival of this resilient meme, encouraging me to list seven songs that I'm into right now, but I suppose it was inevitable. If Patroclus hadn't tagged me, some other bugger would have. The thing is, my musical mojo appears to have gone walkabout in the last month or so. It's not quite amusia: more a catastrophic tailing-off of interest; if you'll pardon the analogy, a collapse of libido rather than any physical dysfunction. Temporary, I hope.
So the best I can offer is seven songs that just happen to be around me for various reasons, occupying approximately the same space as my ears. Songs, I suppose, that are into me, rather than songs that I'm into. Sorry. But it'll have to do.
1. 'Fitter Happier', by Radiohead. I'm writing a chapter about Baudrillard and Radiohead for a forthcoming book in Open Court's Popular Culture and Philosophy series, and I've focused on this and the next track. Authenticity, with all the flim-flam of rock histrionics stripped away. Or is it?
2. 'How To Disappear Completely', also by Radiohead. See above. The loss of the self, the final anchor (according to Descartes) of any notion of reality. What's it like to be someone that millions perceive only as a simulacrum?
3. 'You And I' by Rick James. Even when I listened to music, I still didn't dance. With a few exceptions, this being one.
4. 'Toe Jam', by The BPA featuring David Byrne and Dizzee Rascal. Quite jolly, I suppose. Archly quasi-ethnic, as is the case with anything to which Byrne has attached his name since about 1985; Peter Cook sings Paul Simon. But it's doomed to be remembered as a cracking video with quite a nice tune attached, rather like Weezer's 'Pork and Beans'. Thanks to Slaminsky for flagging it up.
5. 'How High The Moon' by Ella Fitzgerald. Because even if I've given up on music, I know my dad hasn't.
6. 'Smoke On The Water' by the Kabuki-za Orchestra. Transcends irony and guitar shop clichés. Rocks.
7. '4' 33"' by John Cage. Says it all, really.
And no, there is no bloody podcast.