Listing Dangerously

Hello there one and all (most likely one, if I'm lucky.) My name is Mark Skinner and I have a dangerous and unhealthy obsession. It's not crystal meth or Extreme Embroidery or anything as intriguing and edgy as that. No. It's lists. And not useful lists either. Not shopping lists or to-do lists or inventories of important items. It's subjective lists. Pointless lists. Who or what is the greatest blah blah blah lists. I am addicted to placing things into an (often fairly arbitrary) order of merit, and I have frequently wondered what this says about me as a human being. It's probably a good thing I'm not in charge of a small third world nation for example. Anyhow, the problem is this: I have recently completed a masters in creative writing and am now labouring under the delusion that I can write, combined with a messianic desire to share this with the world (or a handyman in Iowa, which will probably be the sum total of my audience.)

However, I have decided to break somewhat with tradition and compile a list that does not go up or down in ascending or descending order of merit but rather chugs on chronologically through the annals of history. Ladies, gentlemen, criminal psychologists, I give you - the story of rock music through 50 songs. One per artist/act to prevent a dreary catalogue of Lennon-McCartney's finest and one per day to prevent myself obsessing.

Nurse, the vitamins.....