15 Favorite …

By now, you have probably been tagged in one of those ubiquitous Facebook notes where you are supposed to name your 15 favorite bands, albums, songs, movies, books, authors, poets, scenes from your favourite movies, favourite lines from your favourite movies etc., etc.   Even if you’re like my husband and you scorn Facebook, you’ve probably been sucked into some type of list or countdown at one time or another — AFI’s 100 Years … 100 Heroes and Villains, The 100 Greatest Comedians of All Time, NME’s 10 Essential Tracks of the Week, Billboard’s Top 40.

Personally, I’m a sucker for these lists. I seem to be constitutionally incapable of resisting them, even though they’re hardly ever revelatory. People I don’t know that well pick movies I’m not that into and I realize this is probably why we’ve never really been kindred spirits or talked about movies. AFI never strays too far from the conventional wisdom about the greatest movies or greatest actors. You might quibble with the order of the top five, but the names you think you’ll see are usually there in some formation. My close friends — nerds and music geeks like me — pick things that are on my list or, at least, choices that are perfectly respectable.

Of course, the instructions on the Facebook note tell you not to think about it too much, but that’s impossible. These lists are made for overthinking. How can I possibly name my favorite albums? What kind of favorites are we talking about — favorites for sad days, happy days, dancing, going out, melancholy days, nostalgic days, albums I’m in love with right now, albums I’ve been in love with for more than 15 years?(Note  to friends that tagged me recently: I haven’t forgotten, I’m just overthinking my list.)

 There is also the public pressure of making these lists. Do you include everything? What about the holes in your musical education — the albums you should be into, but you’ve never really liked or those you haven’t listened to yet, but pretend to be into. What do you do when you love an album that’s not supposed to be the best album by that band? At this point, you might think —    what’s wrong with me? I’m too old to worry about sounding cool to a bunch of music nerds. Inevitably, you do your best — selecting the obligatory mix of tried and true favorites, the albums that have stood the test of time and made an impact. Now, that you’re older, you pick your favorite album by that band, not the one you are supposed to like. The music nerds always throw in something unexpected — an obscure band, an ironic nod, a hip guilty pleasure — to give  their lists diversity and show  their senses of humor or personality. Then you read your friends’ lists and find that you can’t believe that you missed this band or that. Where are the women on your list? How could you forget the jazz or the fact that you love the White Stripes? The genius of Outkast or Billy Bragg? The process is fraught with difficulties.

Still, there is something enormously comforting about cataloguing and keeping track of my favorites; like a hen gathering her chicks, I’m carefully tucking them away, making sure no important songs or movies are forgotten or lost. It is a way to bond with others — when you find someone else that worships Arcade Fire or Bright Eyes there is a sense of true communion, you’ve both felt the spirit. We keep making these lists because they are never complete — there are always holes, important things we forgot, albums and books that will be added to our future canon.  Ultimately, I think  they’re a way of owning a little part of the books, music and films we love; a way of marking their impact on our lives.

So, tell me, what are your 15 favorite … songs for rainy days, poets for when you are falling in love or out of love, books that you read as a child, books that you’ve been meaning to read, albums that you loved when you were 15? You decide.