Day 1: Your favorite song.
Day 2: A song that makes you cry.
Day 3: A song that makes you dance.
Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Day 7: One band/singer you’re ashamed to admit you like.
Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father.
Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother.
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
Day 13: A song you sing in the shower.
Day 14: A song from the year you were born.
Day 15: A song you liked in high school.
Day 16: The first song in your mp3 folder.
Day 17: The last song in your mp3 folder.
Day 18: An instrumental song you like.
Day 19: Your favorite love song.
Day 20: Your favorite breakup song.
Day 21: A song that makes you want to break stuff.
Day 22: Your favorite song from a movie.
Day 23: Your favorite duet.
Day 24: Your favorite cover song.
Day 25: Your favorite song from 2010 (so far)
Day 26: Your favorite music video.
Day 27: One song in your mp3 folder you’re pretty sure no one else has.
Day 28: One song that needs to never be played again.
Blame this one on my sister.
When I was a boy, my parents bought her a record player and a copy of the soundtrack for Annie. She played it continuously! Especially one particular song. Every day. For hours at a time. Previous experience told me that arguments, reasoning, and threats would only convince her to exploit my weakness. So I tried to ignore it. Hour after hour. Day after day. Month after month. For over a year, she played that song every single day!
My parents thought it was cute. Plus, while she was listening to that song, she was sitting in her room peacefully; neither beating up her older brother nor running about the house laughing maniacally.*
I hated this song so much, that when I heard that my high school was performing Annie for their annual musical, I not only could not bring myself to audition, but could not even go see my friends who were involved. These days, my loyalty to my friends would over-ride my feelings about the song. But I suspect that is partially because I no longer live with my sister.
Day 29: One song that gives you the creeps.
Day 30: A song you’d like played at your funeral.
[*] She had a tendency to sneak up behind me while I was quietly reading and whack! me across the back of my head with her dolls. And yes, maniacal laughter while running through the house was a common occurrence with her.