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I know you’re all waiting with bated breath, wondering what the week’s four songs on my iPod are. I also know you’re wondering what type of iPod I own. Well, it’s a mini. In true, ironic fashion, not two months after I finally was able to join the iPod revolution — Apple unveils the Nano, which, aside from its other features, allows the owner to inscribe a personalized quote on the back. Now, if that’s not screaming, John, buy me!, then I don’t know what is. Regardless,

Foo Fighters, For All the Cows. It’s hard to believe it’s been more than ten years since Foo’s seminal first record, which I listened to religiously. In the years since, Dave’s been hard-pressed to put out an album that’s even close to as good as the first one. Perusing current setlists, it’s rare to see songs from that debut album in a Foo concert, save for this one, which is a classic off the album, and This Is a Call. Cows is a great track, and thankfully still included at concerts. Personally, I still think Exhausted is Foo Fighters’ best song.

Pearl Jam, Fuckin’ Up (Kansas City). Pearl Jam’s pretty much made this Neil Young cut their own. I stretch to say it’s a concert fave — it began their second encore at their last show at Sandstone, which I saw in a monsoon. The two people next to me bitched that Fuckin Up was on the setlist. Far be it from me to cast out a Pearl Jam fan as snotty, but, well, I was rockin’.

Weezer, We Are All On Drugs. Where this song was my senior year at Simpson College, I’ll never know.

Skid Row, Monkey Business. Probably on the soundtrack from the trip MFTE and MFG took to London in 2000, for no reason other than a stray keychain that let us into Thoresby House in beautiful Hackney after a night out drinking. Ah, the days.