Why It Matters

An alert reader asked me recently how many of the “Deep Cuts” songs are in my personal collection. Okay, okay, fair question.  Unless it’s a particularly tricky week, “Deep Cuts” titles come entirely from my playlist, all obtained legally thank you very much.  Youtube clips are purely for demo purposes.

My goal isn’t to share how clever I am using the intergooglewebtubes or to create a James caricature who doles out ultra-hip obscurities.  No, I’m just a geek with too much music and too little sense.  My only real concern is not boring you with same old bands over and over.

So yeah, what you hear is what you get.  Welcome to my nightmare.

“Welcome Home,” Metallica.  From the indispensable Master Of Puppets.

“Welcome to Planet Motherfucker,” Rob Zombie

“Welcome to the Occupation,” R.E.M.  Those IRS albums are some of the finest ever made.  Don’t have them?  Fix that.

“Welcome to This World,” Primus.  Oh, Les.  You and your noodly bass.  Come over here and give me a hug.

“Welcome to the Working Week,” Elvis Costello

“Welcome to My World,” Elvis Presley.  I have a longstanding infatuation with fat Elvis.  Yes, part of it is the horrible jumpsuits bursting at the ass seams.  Okay, a lot of it is that.  And then there’s my contrary nature — it’s too easy to like cool Elvis.  Being a fat Elvis fan takes commitment.

But what I really like about Elvis The Latter are the Mac Davis and Jerry Reed songs, neither of whom wrote “Welcome to My World,” but hey, it’s the right era.

“Welcome to the Pleasuredome,” Frankie Goes To Hollywood.  An absolutely brilliant piece of eighties cheese.

“Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach,”  Gorillaz

“Welcome,” Hawkwind

So can you put together a “Welcome” playlist without mentioning, the jungle, Kotter, or the machine?  I’m listening.