8 thoughts on ““Cataloging” music

  1. Mark -

    First off, the song “Dewey Decimal System” is by a guy named R. Stevie Moore and is from his record “Hobbies Galore.” If you’re into Daniel Johnson or any other “outsider” music, this guy would be right up your alley. And I have to admit, it’s a poppy little number!

    And I hate to admit it but I have competing purposes to listening to music as I catalog. In a perfect world, I’d listen to classical, non-intrusive instrumental or nothing at all (I need to minimize distractions while I work or I find I can’t concentrate on the task at hand, particularly when the task is fairly complicated, e.g., serials cataloging). However, I also use the music to drown out some of the more… graphic sounds coming from close proximity to my desk, which I find more distracting (and frankly, disturbing) than anything in my iTunes library. For that purpose, funk works pretty well. Upbeat, repetitive, with lyrics that don’t require a lot of attention.

    That’s all I have right now, and I’m afraid I’ve already said too much…

  2. I should say that the Nails’ song “88 Lines about 44 Women” always reminds me of descriptive cataloging.

    “Eloise, who played guitar,
    sang songs about whales and cops
    Terri didn’t give a shit
    was just a nihilist”

    :-)

  3. Here’s a line from VAST’s “Here”:
    +++++

    Where do I put the books
    There’s so many I could read
    But
    They all are filled
    With lies
    Where do I put the lies
    There’s so many I could say
    But
    It seems they’re
    In the books
    ++++++++

    Probably not exactly what you’re looking for, but I love, love, love this group and this song.

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  5. One that I immediately think of is the second verse to Nick Cave’s “Mercy Seat…”

    “Interpret signs and catalogue
    A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
    The walls are bad. black. bottom kind.
    They are sick breath at my hind
    They are sick breath at my hind
    They are sick breath at my hind
    They are sick breath gathering at my hind”

  6. The Police “De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da” :

    Don’t think me unkind
    Words are hard to find
    They’re only cheques I’ve left unsigned
    From the banks of chaos in my mind
    And when their eloquence escapes me
    Their logic ties me up and rapes me

    De do do do de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do de da da da
    Their innocence will pull me through
    De do do do de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do de da da da
    They’re meaningless and all that’s true
    Poets priests and politicians
    Have words to thank for their positions
    Words that scream for your submission
    And no-one’s jamming their transmission
    ‘Cos when their eloquence escapes you
    Their logic ties you up and rapes you

    De do do do de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do de da da da
    Their innocence will pull me through
    De do do do de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do de da da da
    They’re meaningless and all that’s true