The same as every year: Don Henley‘s Boys of Summer.
One of the first songs I have perfect recollection of liking: Village People‘s In the Navy. Here rendered by the Muppets, since the original video cannot be embedded.
Vaguely guilty, ever since the eighties: Cyndi Lauper‘s She Bop. Wasn’t aware of the filthy fifteen connection until ten minutes ago, though.
Sure, if I could play Through the Fire and Flames, no reasonable song would stand in my way.
My utter lack of musical skills are best reflected in the only song I can play: Gubben Noak.
The Buggles‘ lone hit Video Killed the Radio Star, the first video ever played on MTV, still gets smiling me every time. Even without the visuals.
Orion and something completely different.
Make it two, actually, one song during the ceremony and the other during the reception.
Nothing beats Miles Davis‘ soul-tearing blues on days of sadness.

Turisas has replaced NIN and AC/DC as the main lightning rod for anger.
This is the title track of their debut album, Battle Metal.

Metallica’s Ride the Lightning is the quintessential speed metal album. This is Call of Ktulu, a misspelled instrumental that was my first conscious introduction to the weird world of H.P. Lovecraft.

Guns n’ Roses‘ Coma, if only for the fact that its 10+ minutes length would block out some bad songs. This was my instrument of warfare back in Utah, selecting this serially in the jukebox of the Pie got plenty of dirty looks.
Anssi Kela‘s Milla. It’s on pretty much all the time, after ten years.
“Hate” is probably a too strong word, but I’ve grown quite disenchanted with Metallica‘s Enter Sandman. While the simple song is no longer as ubiquitous as it used to be, it no longer perks up my ears. Unless, obviously, it’s the highlight of an hour of schlagers and boybands.
Mainly referring to the chaos-ridden situation at work, I am, indeed Comfortably Numb as Pink Floyd sings.
Sarah McLachlan‘s ethereal staring-outta-the-window music hit me like a steamhammer.
Mika‘s bubbly Grace Kelly touched a nerve when I first heard the song, and I’m still kinda attracted to it.
Limp Bizkit has always rubbed me the wrong way. While the music is no more annoying than the neighboring nu-metal band’s, Fred Durst manages to be on the very top of the irritation scales.
Placebo is the only band on whose gig I’ve fallen asleep.
I’ve liked Alice Cooper ever since I learned to know him/her/it in the late eighties. This is one of my perennial favorites, No More Mr. Nice Guy off Billion Dollar Babies – here represented with an awesomely theatrical live video.
A song I know all the words to would be Metallica‘s Welcome Home (Sanitarium), the fourth song (in the traditional quasi-ballad slot) off Master of Puppets. (There’s no official video for the song, this live clip is from Cliff ‘em All).
Finland’s first and thus far only world championship in ice hockey is definitely an event. Until the 1995 games in Stockholm the finnish team songs consisted mainly of Smoke on the Water (Blackmore / Gillan) and Mats Sundin är Homosexuell (trad.).
During the pillage of Globen we not only robbed the swedes of the gold medal, but also liberated their song. Den Glider In was inescapable in 1995, and even nowadays surfaces occasionally.
Aerosmith‘s Sweet Emotion is one of the top songs I learned to love in my schoolyear in Utah.
I’m saving the ultimate good times song for the last day of the meme, so 