An Apology to Songs Left Out of My Playlist – I Do Love You But…

Forgive me for sounding like a broken record, but we’re going to talk about playlists again. I’m not even talking about a temporal Spotify or 8tracks playlist that you decided to curate – we’re talking about the collection of MP3 files on your portable music player. And no, this isn’t one of those “25 Songs You Have to Have in Your Playlist Before You Hit 25 Years of Age” kind of articles. This is a legitimate problem I have faced my entire life.

I’ve faced it with possibly all the portable music players I’ve owned, so its not a case of technological determinism. It’s been there with the Creative Zen Stone and it’s still bugging me with the iPod Classic.

It’s me. I’m the problem.


But I’m prepared to make a change, starting with this article. The first step is realisation, right? So here goes:

I’ve let go of songs I loved. Yes, I have deleted some despite loving them. And no, it wasn’t because they’ve started to feel too old for my playlist – I still have The Rolling Stones on it, mind you.

It was starting to bother me, because I’d walk outside with my headphones on but I found it difficult to enjoy the music on my playlist. No, not even one bit. It occurred to me that the songs I wanted to listen to were sitting in my computer’s hard drive. And what for?


You know how everyone has some form of personal idiosyncrasy when it comes to practically anything? I knew someone who had to have the television volume at a multiple of five, and a co-worker who had to arrange all her stationery in a formation that spells out a certain Mandarin Chinese character. I spent the entire course of the internship convincing myself that it had nothing to do with feng shui.

Anyhow, I digress.

These people, they start to explain their slightly peculiar behaviour, owing it all to self-proclaimed OCD. Can I just add that OCD has to be one of the most misunderstood and misused health lingo? I digress again.

I think I am suffering from one of these disorders.

You know, the saying, “It’s not you, it’s me” couldn’t be more pertinent here. So this is an apology to the songs that never made it. Nothing is worse than being left out despite feeling like you deserved a spot, but a part of me never got past the little things that put me off about the following songs.

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To the songs I’ve left out because your makers no longer have any desire to produce music as good as you are. To be frank, Don’t Look Back in Anger would be in my “Top 25 Most Played” if not for the Gallagher brothers. I guess it hurts to listen to Oasis knowing full well that they’ll never record an album again. I’ll stick with Beady Eye and Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds instead, thank you very much.

Alright, look, The Verve, I couldn’t listen to a minute of Bitter Sweet Symphony without coming to the conclusion that what shot you to fame in ’97 was an orchestral adaptation of a Rolling Stones song that you had nothing to do with. Plus it was just a song sample! This goes out to you too, Like Toy Soldiers and Holy Grail.

To Dream Theater, I must have deleted you off my playlist because some of your songs on Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence were way too lengthy. Everyone tells me I have to be patient and it will eventually grow on me. To be fair to myself, you were taking way too long to get your point across. I mean, I loved your riffs and I do so sincerely think that you deserve every Grammy you’ve won. And there is no nice way to say this, but I think you’re a Dream Theater for making me fall asleep.

With an album title like Everything Is Alive, Everything Is Breathing, Nothing Is Dead, and Nothing Is Bleeding, I spent more time fixated on your song titles rather than the auditory brilliance that is you, The Chariot. This is coming from a devoted Mathcore fan who appreciates the fact that the album was recorded without any overdubs and mastering. I’m sorry I couldn’t look past the long song titles. Courtesy Copy (CC) to Panic at the Disco.

To Exotic Animal Petting ZooBarenaked Ladies and Portugal. The Man, I can’t help but feel some form of dissonance when I scroll down and see your names on the list of artists on my playlist. Maybe it’s a part of me that tries to make sense of a band’s name or that I spend too much time trying to conjure up a backstory for any of their names.

It’s not you, it’s really me.

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Entertainment Writer. An aspiring writer by day and air-guitarist at night (not that air-guitarists hone their craft only at night) who believes that life is just a dream with too many antagonists. Pens his thoughts here.

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