h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Bruce Springsteen: Jungleland

Utah Saints, U-U-Utah saints - Reading Festival set on bbc radio 1

"High Hopes" By Pink Floyd, from P.U.L.S.E

Ben Harper and the innocent criminals, the first half dozen songs on Burn to Shine are fantastic

oooo ooo oo, how did your heart ever get like that, how does someone ever hurt so bad, that you cant see it, youve been kicked inside, your desensitized.....
etc etc, I dont know what its called but its on the radio, FoX FM, melbourne Australia...
(quite catchy too i might add....)

"I was born under a wandering star" Lee Marvin, of course. It's just been on the World Service as the intro to an item on 'Outlook'

Anthrax, 'Return of the Killer A's' and 'Moshers 1985-91'. The sort of tunes that make me wish I had long hair and neck muscles to put rugby players to shame.

wrnr happy the man

sorry just been informed last selection was return to forever

Tropicalia - Beck.

*gets wet glass and rubs hand inside*

- Adam

Cud - Leggy Mambo

(La Moxon's choice. There he is singing along madly 'Love in an empty tree...' I rest my case! )

Ask Mark if he could introduce you italics to the wonders of When in Rome, Kill Me.

'I'd like a ticket please.'
'Where to sir?'
'Well, how doeas the saying go? All roads lead to Rome.'
'Will that be a return sir?'
'No. Better make this one a single.'

Or something.

ill see you in cuba sung by the three kaufieds emersonlable "erving berlins greatist work"

now its porky pig in africa(side six}melblanc/billiemay(warrenfoster-teddpierce)only disc out of thisalbum set that i have...

Orbital - The Box

Runrig - Beat the Drum.

Steve Reich - Movement for Six Pianos......
BCNU - Crescent

The Planets Suite by Gustav Holst (performed by the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra, conducted by Zubin Mehta)

In This House, On This Morning, Wynton Marsallis
which in a few seconds will be... ah, yes...
Stardust, Harry Connick, Jr.

*singing softly*
Beside the garden wall when stars are bright, you are in my arms. The nightengale tells his fairy-tale of Paradise where roses grew and our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration. But that was long ago. Now my consolation is in the stardust of a song...