CALGARY — I have thousands of songs sitting on my iPod.
I don’t actually know how many, because under the strict rules I stupidly came up with for this 1963-style trip, I can’t listen to any of them.
So to get a massive music fix, after weeks on buses where the only sounds are babies crying, laughter from the rowdy back and occasional requests to stop for a smoke break, I am at the one place that can outdo even my packed iPod — Calgary’s Recordland.
It also helps that after all the time on buses, it hurts to sit down.
But Recordland is an institution in this city. And the almost one million albums held inside is only the start.
I’ll walk you down some of the packed racks in my Wednesday column, but after pulling Canadian content from the shelves — from the Tragically Hip to BTO to The Band — I was curious about what homegrown song could you hear in a never-ending loop and not get sick of? Perhaps our perfect tune?
For me, it would likely be Gordon Lightfoot’s If You Could Read My Mind — soulful and reflective. Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen would be a close second, though the lyrics scare me a bit.
So I put it to you — the best damn Canadian song of all time?
Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams?
Neil Young’s Heart of Gold?
American Woman by The Guess Who?
Or, fine then, maybe Let Your Backbone Slide by Maestro Fresh Wes.