The Search for Love in Manhattan

June 27, 2005

A while ago there was apparently an article in The New Yorker about a new book called Popstrology, which describes itself as "a revolutionary method for gaining self-knowledge by examining the alignment of the pop music charts at the moment of your birth."

My brother told me about this when it came out, and naturally I pooh-poohed it; if I had any more self-knowledge I would explode.

But then I went to the Popstrology web site and realized that it is 100% accurate.

Because, though I was born in the Year of Roberta Flack, my Birthsong is Carly Simon's "You're So Vain."

I guess this stuff really works, huh?

Posted by Faustus, MD at 09:49 AM

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1) Jeffrey said (on 06/27/05 at 10:16 AM):

I was born in the Year of the Fifth Dimension, and my birthsong was "I Can't Get Next to You" by the Temptations. I have no idea what either of those facts says about me....

2) Logan said (on 06/27/05 at 10:28 AM):

I apparently was born while Madonna was at the top of the charts.

Could that be what gayed me?

3) Lauren said (on 06/27/05 at 11:56 AM):

"But if children of the Michael Jackson generation wish to avoid the certain downfall that awaits... they must understand what eventually brought Michael Jackson down: naïve decision-making -- bad judgment born not of hubris but of innocence."

Oh, hell.

4) David said (on 06/27/05 at 12:52 PM):

"Will the children of 1965 all reach a point in their professional lives when they begin to loathe the crowd that surrounds them, and even to loathe themselves for being surrounded? Of course they will, everybody does."

Well, that explains a few things.

"Hang On Sloopy" by The McCoys? Now I'm confused again.

5) David said (on 06/27/05 at 12:52 PM):

I missed "Yesterday" by The Beatles by one day. Story of my life.

6) anapestic said (on 06/27/05 at 02:00 PM):

I'll admit that I was skeptical at first, but having avoided the Scylla of Bert Kaempfert and the Charybdis of Lawrence Welk to arrive at a Birthsong by The Shirelles, I believe! And for the record, my heart is never broken when the night meets the morning sun.

7) Crash said (on 06/27/05 at 04:52 PM):

I was born in the fourth year of the Beatles and my birthsong is "I Heard It Through the Grapevine".

Interesting. I think I'll spend the rest of the working day figuring out how that song fits into my life.

8) tim said (on 06/27/05 at 11:20 PM):

OH. MA. GAD. "Raindrops keep falling on my head" is so me.

9) Andy said (on 08/11/06 at 03:22 PM):

Oh dear Lord, my birthsong is "Billy, Don't Be a Hero." When I uploaded the "Priscilla" soundtrack onto my iPod, that was the ONE song I left out, I hate it that much.

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