Let's take a dance break, library people!
The rules are simple:
Shelve the following ten songs under their proper Dewey class number. Provide a short explanation and/or example to support your classification.
Here's an example:
"Karma Chameleon," Culture Club, 1983.
Boy that's tough to watch. We have learned a thing or two about lip-synching since those days, haven't we? Anyway. Where would you put this song if you were shelving it in the library?
Class number: 294.5 (Hinduism)
Alternate class: 597.596 (Chameleons)
That's right! Although if there were a call number for 'there's individuality, and then there's looking like a large painted rock festooned with prayer flags' I would also accept that as an answer.
We're cataloging mainly the content of the song itself, so in this case a classification of 976.81, which is where you'd put a book about Mississippi River steamboats, would get you points for having sat through the video, but would not technically be correct.
Of course, nobody's keeping score, so who cares?!
You may ask why we're doing this. Part of it is me getting used to a new library. Once you've worked in a library for a while, your body remembers where, for example, schizophrenia is without your brain having to get involved. You don't have to think, "616 is diseases, 616.8 is mental disorders... oh yeah schizophrenia is somewhere in 616.85." I couldn't find pregnancy the other day - what the hell, pregnancy? How can I not walk straight to those books? So I'm quizzing myself.
And lately I have found myself singing in my head while I shelve - and it's all 80's music! I swear, I am not one of those people who only likes the music of her youth. I like Mika. I like Ben, l'oncle Soul. But when I'm shelving replacement copies of Dean Koontz, I find myself humming "Mr. Odd" by The Jazz Butcher. Shifting romance, I'm singing "I see you crying and I want to kill your friends," from "Oblivious" by Aztec Camera. And when I'm putting our copies of The Walking Dead in order, I've got Shriekback in my head. Everybody's happy when the dead come home.
So put your nerd hats on and let's enjoy some early MTV and some big big hair...