Hey everybody. Welcome to the fourteenth peace-disturbing week of Name That Tune at Popdose. Even among the most ancient peoples, games had rules, and traditionalists that we are, our games are no different, except we donâ€™t club you if you break the rules:
The Rules (subject to modification in future games):
MAXIMUM THREE GUESSES between updates of the list, to give everyone a chance to play. An update of the list is when I post the entire list of correct guesses.
The Puzzle clip may only be guessed once between updates. You may always guess the puzzle song once between updates, even if you have used up your three regular guesses.
While I’m not going to be a stickler for spelling and punctuation, you must guess the correct musician and song title to a close approximation. How the game is played:I have uploaded twenty-five very brief song clips. Most of the songs are well known; none of them are obscure. The clips are drawn from a variety of styles and decades. It’s likely that you’ll find a few of them instantly recognizable, while a few others you won’t know at all (but other people will, damn them).There are two parts to this game. The first is guessing the songs themselves. The second part is guessing the puzzle song (clip 25). No acrostic this time: just twenty-five songs that have something in common, which taken together point to the identity of the puzzle song. (And of course, if the puzzle song is guessed early, that ought to help nail down the rest of the songs.)
Some songs may go unguessed the first time round. If songs remain unguessed after a day, I’ll upload longer clips.
Your name of Scraps has made you an intransigent person, deeply crunchy and prone to glucose intolerance. Never quick to catch a hint or a jest, you are forever decanting liquids upon people's heads in frustration and occasionally crop-dusting their property. You excel at things that no one cares about, such as paper clip separation and the ability to distinguish gauges of model trains at a distance. Your keen attention to detail makes you no fun at parties, but you don't enjoy parties anyway. When left alone you are inclined to lose yourself in the world's deeper questions, such as why triangle-sealing envelopes are more popular than other shapes, and whether the prize at the bottom of the cereal box is lonely before it's discovered. Slow to live and petulant in death, you are the ideal dinner companion for the person who is careless with their utensils. You have a future in fiber analysis and orgone recovery. You are an expert at Roust-the-Hobo and other games of the mind. You are well matched with persons named Serge and Crompton, and you prefer the company of badgers and other woodland creatures. You have no favorite color. Tonight you will dream of not waking up, and in the morning, as ever, you will forget your dreams.