This is the next installment in the “Media with Replay Value” lineup.

There is a bit of music I listen to ad infinitum. Ranking songs by play count on my iPod is a favorite habit of mine – and often a rather sobering one too. Here is a small sampling of that which never gets old for me. Links are to YouTube videos with the songs.

The Lake House Soundtrack tops the charts far and away. Rachel Portman’s instrumentals and a handful of musing soft songs forms the perfect background for my daydreams of eligible bachelors, as I pace the room.I probably average listening to it about four times a week. The main theme is here on facebook.

Also, Let it Be - my favorite Beatles album. The Beatles have always have a steady place in our household, and I grew up listening to them. The eponymous Let it Be and Across the Universe probably rank in the top three best of theirs in my opinion. I have fond memories of my stepfather playing the latter on his guitar late in the evening when I was in grammar school. Also, the Long and Winding Road speaks to me in some way (still looking for who’s at the end of it, though.)

ABBA: Gold -made a certain drive to Amarillo tolerable a few years ago. Among others, Dancing Queen seems to have allure for girls age 7 to 70 – it just makes you happy.

Finally,Shania Twain will also have a place, as the first CD I ever owned, bought for me by my mother in Toronto back in the late 90′s, was The Woman in Me, and I still listen to it  and her other albums to this day. My favorite on The Woman in Me was Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under. Her later albums contain many memories – like the time when driving through the Mojave on a two lane highway my stepmother passed a cement truck going 100, while listening to Man! I Feel Like a Woman. From This Moment On reigns as my favorite song to embarass myself with, through the woeful means of Karaoke. I once “sang” it in front of a large audience, after which my mother made me swear never to sing in public again. Finally, Nah! got me through more than one breakup.

So what’s your poison?