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I downloaded a song in December last year that I have no recollection of at all. It’s really good and I’d love to know who the artist is, but sadly even when I googled the lyrics I got nuthin’. It got me wondering what other ’songs that time forgot’ were lurking in my folders. Well, there were seven, of which four came from the same unknown artist. I was shocked, these poor bands were playing their hearts out and I didn’t bother to give them their proper names. I figured this could make for an interesting ‘What’s My Line’-type guessing game - I’m nothing if not topical. The problem is that I have no clues or hints other than the actual tunes. I don’t even know if it’s ‘bigger than a breadbox’. Aaaawesome, I just made one elderly person chuckle … if I’m lucky.
OK, let’s play What’s My Band! Here are the four songs (I picked my favorite from the one band with four songs) that keep me up at night. The sad thing is that every single one of these songs are really wonderful! I can see why I wanted them in the first place, so if anybody out there happens to have an idea who they’re from and what they’re called, then for the love of Thor, take me out of my misery.
This is the song that started this whole weird post. It’s amazing and more than deserves a name. It’s a little bit punk, a little bit electronic funk, and a whole lotta mystery. I think the phrase ‘Meter Man’ is repeated a lot, but it could also be Meet Her Man, or Meet A Man.
This Biritsh(?) band and song sound familiar, I have the feeling that if I ever find out who it is by, I’ll be kicking myself. It wavers between stomping and folky & angry and sweet - love it.
Mystery song number three is a fresh take on seventies, feedbacky psychedelia.
This song did get a title, “Silver Streak”, but that didn’t do me any good. It was downloaded three year ago and I still have no idea who the band is. It’s sweeping Americana with canned vocals and a spectacular intrumental Lynyrd Skynyrd-type ending.
If you’re in the mood for a band that doesn’t take itself too seriously but makes great music with a massive sound, Pink Widower is right up your alley. When I was little I used to want a Tiki bar in my living room and have Tiki parties with a Hawaïan shirt and/or grass skirt dress code. Years of watching Magnum, P.I. convinced me that that was the height of class. Now, it sounds more like the start of a seventies Key party, but I’d still love that bar. When I first heard Pink Widower’s “The Crimson Eye”, my old Tiki dream sprung to mind, because it’s a brilliant song that has a slighty sleazy, old wood-panelling feel, but in a good way! My favorite song on the MySpace is “Baby Elephant”, a mellow yet riotous song about a baby elephant. But do not miss “Battledogs” for all it’s poppy and theatrical wonder. Oh, and if anyone out there has some free time, could you listen to “The Golden Well” and confirm whether the chorus really is ‘old man vagina’ …
Now some additional Pink Widower facts for your New Band Day scrap books: It’s a 4 to 7 piece band from Portland, Oregon … Yah, I’m not sure how many members they have, but one of their sites said 4 to 7 so I’m sticking with that. They’re fronted by The Jed, formerly of Six Foot Sloth. Their songs sound fun, but complicated; I would love to know how the layers of hand claps, voices, a brass band, bells, and that instrument that goes kgrrrrr in the opening of “Battledogs” (what is that?!?) come together on stage. Their debut comes out in June on North Pole Records and I think it’s going to be a perfect summer record, so keep your eyes peeled for it.
The 1967 Frank and Nancy Sinatra duet “Something Stupid” reached #1 in the U.S. Since then it has been covered countless times. I enjoy it because it seems to stand out as retro even at the time of its release. That, and I just like Ol’ Blue Eyes.
As for poptastic, well, I think it says something when a song is covered so many times by so many easy listening, jazz, folk and world singers, groups and bands. In fact, while searching for some interesting covers, it occurred to me that either musicians in certain genres don’t appreciate “Something Stupid” or Sinatra or, alternatively, “Something Stupid” is just the type of Poptastic Day song that’s best left altered as little as possible.
Something Stupid - Original by Frank & Nancy Sinatra (Old School)
Something Stupid - Covered by Ashley Slater (Hip-N-Jazzy)
Something Stupid - Covered by Global Kryner (Folksy)
Something Stupid - Covered by Rich Little (as John Wayne & Clint Eastwood)
If the Zany Charts seem extra zany and jumbly today it’s because, to us in the know, it’s Bean’s birthday! Let’s celebrate with the song that was all the rage in the year she was born. When she first saw the light of day, it’s very likely she might have heard the incredible, poppy sounds of Blondie urging the world to call them, since it was the number one song of the year. It was written for the movie American Gigolo, starring a very young Richard Gere as the highest paid lover in Beverly Hills.
The tiny Bean sprout might also have come across the song while watching the Muppet Show with aDawgg, a mere puppy back then. They left out the verse about rolling around in designer sheets, but it’s still the Muppets and Debbie Harry rocking out for the kids to a song about a man-whore, which is just a little bit disturbing:
Lastly, a very special, non-zany chart related, but super festive clip that means a lot to our generation. It’s also a good reminder of why the upcoming “new” Beverly Hills 90210 *barf* could never EVER live up to the old classics. Take it away, Lavoiiine!
WARNING: The picture above could be indecent
What to say, what to say. My time management when it comes to the News-ish Round-Up … Well, it simply sucks. While I have tons of stories and happenings to relate, I started way too late yesterday, didn’t get very far, time and work-related pressure overtook me … And I never got the damned thing done. Then, despite my best intentions, it’s such a beautiful day today I can’t bring myself to stay put long enough to complete the News-ish Round-Up.
So, anywho, all I’ve got to report is that 15-year-old Miley Ray Cyrus (aka Hannah Montana) may or may not be America’s little darling anymore now that she’s posed in some racy (again, for a 15-year-old) photos by Annie Liebowitz for Vanity Fair.
Sure, I think the photos are slightly strange. But, isn’t that what art is supposed to do? Move you? Make you think? Apparently, the photos have many involved diving for cover, pointing fingers, and, generally, scrambling about ensuring their dollars, I mean asses, are protected. And observers are left either sticking their nose in shouting about how it is pure child pornography or that people need to get over themselves. As the Bean would say, “I’m just saying.” Talk among yourselves.
For all you cheapskates that just come for the music samples, have at this …
Is it sad that I love this song just because of the line: “They got a lot of great desks and chairs at the government center”? I guess not, since a lot of The Modern Lover’s appeal comes from their slightly absurd lyrics combined with Jonathan Richman’s wonderfully droll singing style. The idea of rocking at the government center - and cheering up those secretaries - puts an enormous smile on my face, but we all know it would just be stupid if someone sang about it seriously. Plus, the song kind of does rock - it’s all peppy chorus and handclaps and makes you want to do the twist on some of those great desks and chairs.
In truth, the whole The Modern Lovers album is a classic, but “Government Center” wasn’t actually on the original release in 1976 (which kind of wasn’t even an album at all - you can read more about the winding road to its release on the wikipedia). Fortunately for us, it was included on the re-releases and it’s definitely my favorite from a classic album.
If you’re looking for something different, give 17 Hippies Heimlich a listen. The 13-member ensemble from Berlin, Germany bring together some interestingly varied influences (Eastern European and American folk to name two of the more obvious) and it makes for an intriguing session.
Having been around in some form or another for 11 albums in as many years, Heimlich is the sound of a mature band that knows what it wants the world to hear.
For funzies, here’s 17 Hippies’ take on the classic (nee Poptastic) “Apache”, which, coincidentially, I wrote about almost exactly one year ago.
