Favorite music while bicycling

I don't use headphones or carry a receiver so my music comes from
within and rises to a crescendo when I reach summits of great climbs.
I hear "Joe Green" (Giuseppe Verde) Va Pensiero from Nabucco:

http://ddata.over-blog.com/xxxyyy/0/...-pensiero.html

http://www.paloaltobicycles.com/alps_photos/f51.html

Jobst Brandt

i'm not sure if this is the same thread from a few years ago, so forgive me
if I'm double-dipping.

Two years ago, I rigged up an mp3 player with a speaker that sits on my
handlebars. My biking mix is about 1000 classic pop and rock songs from the
1920s through the 2000s. Essentially, it's every great singalong song that
was ever recorded. Because most of these songs were popular during my
childhood (60s and 70s) they always bring back the joy I felt when I rode my
bike everywhere as a kid.

For those of you who prefer to hear the music in your head, I understand
that sentiment, too. I own hundreds of CDs and my house is wired for sound
upstairs and down. However, I find that I rarely need to turn on my home
sound system - because all the music from my lifetime is playing in my head
all the time.

Oh, and what I forgot to say is that, regardless of my habits at home, I
still prefer bicycling with music playing. When I first got back into
cycling in 1996, I thought it was going to be a great social thing; but I
soon found that cyclists don't strike up conversations very easily. Thus,
my little music rig serves two purposes: 1. It's a conversation piece that
often results in a nightly nod on the trail or road from other cyclists, and
2. It keeps me company when people aren't being friendly and I want to
appear like someone who doesn't care that much!

Actually, it has also made riding with my wife a lot more fun. As much as
we enjoy each other's company, when it's quiet around us, we end up filling
in the silence with nonsense chatter. That gets old and annoying after a
couple of hours of riding. Now, when I crank up the singalong tunes and
turn on the auxilary speaker I've added to the BACK of my bike, we can sing
along and just have a great time without having to work so hard.


"Papa Tom" wrote in message
...
i'm not sure if this is the same thread from a few years ago, so forgive
me if I'm double-dipping.

Two years ago, I rigged up an mp3 player with a speaker that sits on my
handlebars. My biking mix is about 1000 classic pop and rock songs from
the 1920s through the 2000s. Essentially, it's every great singalong song
that was ever recorded. Because most of these songs were popular during
my childhood (60s and 70s) they always bring back the joy I felt when I
rode my bike everywhere as a kid.

For those of you who prefer to hear the music in your head, I understand
that sentiment, too. I own hundreds of CDs and my house is wired for
sound upstairs and down. However, I find that I rarely need to turn on my
home sound system - because all the music from my lifetime is playing in
my head all the time.

In article ,
TomP writes:
wrote:

I don't use headphones or carry a receiver so my music comes from
within and rises to a crescendo when I reach summits of great climbs.
I hear "Joe Green" (Giuseppe Verde) Va Pensiero from Nabucco:

http://ddata.over-blog.com/xxxyyy/0/...-pensiero.html

http://www.paloaltobicycles.com/alps_photos/f51.html

Jobst Brandt

I can worm Jethro Tull's Locomotive Breath, Aqua Lung, and Thick As a Brick,
depending on the conditions.
Locomotive Breath is great for chasing down a bogie in front...

Sometimes Rick Wakeman's Merlin the Magician works for me,
especially when followed by Holst's: Uranus. Then there's
ELP's Abaddon's Bolero. And Softer Ride, off Status Quo's
"Hello" album. Tunes with syncopation just screw up my
cadence. One needs a Biopace rig for syncopation.

I mostly favour tunes of which I know the lyrics, so I
can sing along. That rules out a lot of opera (or as
a friend of mine refers to arias: girdle-poppers.)
I'm told I can "do" Alice Cooper's Under My Wheels quite
convincingly, but that, like Tarzan-yodeling, requires a
li'l inspiration. I can also sometimes "do" David Bromberg
if I stick a clothespin on my nose and do the quivery voice
thing. If it doesn't come out right, I can always switch to
doing Neil Young or Corky Siegal. Chuck Berry is impossible
to imitate well. So are Van Morrison and Steve Winwood.


cheers,
Tom

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On Sat, 5 Apr 2008 17:16:16 -0800, (Tom Keats)
wrote:

I mostly favour tunes of which I know the lyrics, so I
can sing along. That rules out a lot of opera (or as
a friend of mine refers to arias: girdle-poppers.)
I'm told I can "do" Alice Cooper's Under My Wheels quite
convincingly, but that, like Tarzan-yodeling, requires a
li'l inspiration. I can also sometimes "do" David Bromberg
if I stick a clothespin on my nose and do the quivery voice
thing. If it doesn't come out right, I can always switch to
doing Neil Young or Corky Siegal. Chuck Berry is impossible
to imitate well. So are Van Morrison and Steve Winwood.

For opera you don't have to know the words, just the intonation.
Germanic or Italian sounding gibberish is quite passable. Think about
wine and cheese names while channelling Andy Kaufman and Paparazzi.
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In article ,
Zoot Katz writes:
On Sat, 5 Apr 2008 17:16:16 -0800, (Tom Keats)
wrote:

I mostly favour tunes of which I know the lyrics, so I
can sing along. That rules out a lot of opera (or as
a friend of mine refers to arias: girdle-poppers.)
I'm told I can "do" Alice Cooper's Under My Wheels quite
convincingly, but that, like Tarzan-yodeling, requires a
li'l inspiration. I can also sometimes "do" David Bromberg
if I stick a clothespin on my nose and do the quivery voice
thing. If it doesn't come out right, I can always switch to
doing Neil Young or Corky Siegal. Chuck Berry is impossible
to imitate well. So are Van Morrison and Steve Winwood.

For opera you don't have to know the words, just the intonation.

I can "intonate" Bob Dylan-ish real good.
Just gimme a clothespeg to clamp my nose shut,
and a harsh Chinese or Russian cigarette.

Come to think of it, that singer guy from Dire
Straits fits in there, too. A bunch o' raspy,
breathy mumbling.

Germanic or Italian sounding gibberish is quite passable. Think about
wine and cheese names while channelling Andy Kaufman and Paparazzi.

Screw opera! Just gimme the wine 'n cheese.


cheers,
Tom


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