I was amused to discover a couple of weeks ago that the greatest song of all time, topping a list of five hundred songs as voted for by a panel that included song-writing music types like Elvis Costello and Joni Mitchell as well as critics, turns out to be Bob Dylanâs âLike A Rolling Stoneâ. Number two on the list was â(I Canât Get No) Satisfactionâ, by the Rolling Stones. And the list was published in the music magazine entitledâ¦ Rolling Stone!
I realise other commentators ran with this at the time of publication â the ironyâ¦ or coincidenceâ¦ or shameless self-promotion entailed in the top positions of the list. But if this is clever marketing or self-aggrandiszement on the part of that magazine, good luck to them! Itâs worth noting that no other publication is in a position to pull the same sort of stunt. How could Mojo, say, execute the same sort of subliminal reinforcement? Theyâd be hard-pressed to name The Mojos or the Smokinâ Mojo Filters or even Modjo as being responsible for the best songs of all time; and not even Elvis Presleyâs version of âGot My Mojo Workingâ is going to make an appearance near the top. Although maybe The Doors could get a mention somewhere for âLA Womanâ, in which the Lizard King babbles about a âMr Mojo Risinââ (an anagram of âJim Morrisonâ, and the pseudonym under which heâd resurface, after faking his own death, apparently; which is why many fans believe that bloated corpse fished out of the Parisian bathtub and sealed inside a coffin without an autopsy or even a proper examination is someone other than his Regal Lizardness!)
Iâve obviously milked the idea as much as possible, but before I leave it, I just want to point out one interesting fact that I discovered, a context for which may never arise in conversation again: the title of the magazine Uncut is an anagram of âU cuntâ!