Music has been around us for as long as we can remember. It was there to console us when we were rejected by that guy / girl we were trying to get with. It was there during the happy times, and the downright shit times.
Right now, Paolo, across my desk from me at work is swearing at his monitor, (more likely his dodgy code) while listening to Tiesto. Me, I’m listening to the sound of the aircon, it’s a constant sound that’s keeping me grounded in my thoughts, but that’s besides the point. Music has been pretty much a constant in most of our lives, made possible by the fact that your hearing is pretty much intact and lobes on the side of your head do a good job of propping up a set of headphones. The music we consumed in our childhood is the music that shapes us. We’ll always refer to “our” music as “classics”. Strange? Ask one of your parents which music they listened to while growing up…
If your life had a soundtrack consisting, say 14 tracks, songs important to you for whatever reason… what would those tracks be? Can you list them? Why not hit us up in the comments!
Here are my 14 tracks, in no particular order:
- Starship - We built this city
- Billy Joel - We didn’t start the fire
- Luther Vandross and Janet Jackson - The best things in life are free
- Simon Harris - Louder than a shotgun
- Neil Sedaka - Oh Carol
- Skeelo - I Wish
- House of Gypsies (aka Todd Terry) - Samba
- Basement Jaxx - Where’s your head at
- Jungle Brothers - I’ll house you
- Skunk Anasie - Secretly (Armand Van Helden’s remix)
- David Bowie - China girl
- DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince - Summertime
- LL Cool J - Momma said knock you out
- Mel and Kim - Respectable
* Streaming audio clips by cduniverse.com.
Tags: 11 Comments

One year ago nonprophet.org.za was started out of the dusty remains of what was known as digitalsewer�. It was created to escape a formula, albeit unique, which had grown tired and was in desperate need of an update. I needed a place where I could express myself as myself and not a caricature I had invented, which had no life beyond that of it’s own asshole.
I was awoken this morning to the sound of a thousand birds all trying to talk at the same time. Much like crazy bustle I encounter these days on the early morning train rides to work. Though, honestly, that hasn’t happened much… catching the early train, that is.