This one's been milling about in my head since playing Rock Band with Amber and the nieces and nephews last weekend. At the risk of tipping the vote on my geo-band poll, I will share that my nephew Jonathan said, "Definitely the best song by a 'location' band."
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high...
It should be mentioned that even more than the bitchin' guitar riffs, I love/loathe this song for its epic hero's journey lyrics, so emblematic of the crossover between certain proggy classic rock bands and the Ren Faire aesthetic.
(Right - the album from whence this song came; Left - another great example of prog-meets-medieval times on Jethro Tull's album The Broadsword And The Beast.)
Artist: Kansas
Year: 1976
Rating: Hotter than a bubbling cauldron of the witch's brew!
Link: Check out this survey of absurd prog rock album cover art at the Onion AV.
Beautiful song. Perfect guitar lines. Brings tears to my eyes on almost every listen. It reminds me of a lover long gone from my life, who once put the song on a mixed tape* for me.
*Some people refer to them, by the way, as "mixtapes," but "mix tape" and "mixed tape" are also in usage. I've always preferred "mixed tape" because it seems more grammatically correct, but I understand how "mixtape" just flows better. When I burn CDs for people these days, I call them "mixes."
A sweet ditty from Jonathan Richman's Surrender to Jonathan album, in which the proto-punk legend utilizes traditional pop form to tell the story of a sad little train car who the narrator believes has been given a bum rap. Quirk is the word.
Artist: Jonathan Richman
Year: 1996
Rating: Luke Hot
Angel of the Morning continues to cycle through, and this song has been creeping in as a medley. Somehow, maybe the melody or the chord progression is similar, 'cause just as I come to "Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby..." I segue into, "You know you got it, if it makes you feel good."
Already used in my post about my musical DNA, Cemetry Gates is one of my favorite Smiths songs, and it makes me utterly gleeful when I hear it. I love the jangly guitar melody, Morrissey's British pronunciation of "plagiarize," the assertion of the main character that his compatriot is on the (staid and canonical) side of Keats and Yeats, while he himself is on the (free and life-filled, and perhaps homo-) side of Wilde.
I'm fond of this song, even though the lyrics are admittedly not much beyond what an eighth grader could muster during composition class. It's a bit of nostalgia for loving the song as a sixth grader when it came out, mixed with my appreciation of Tony Banks's moody keyboards. Dig Phil's thinning-on-top, lion's-mane-in-back hair during this period.
Year: 1983 Rating: Warm
Edit, 11/8/09: Unfortunately, the live footage I originally posted here got yanked from YouTube, so now you only get this weak still shot vid. Sorry folks! -S
The B-side of The Cure's single Jumping Someone Else's Train, released in 1979 (the demo version here is from '77). Piercing and raw, it's not a bad one to have on the brain. It allows me to identify with my callous side, a part of me I tend to disavow, as if I'm always all loving and kind.
The Louis Armstrong version of this song is certainly the definitive in my mind, though I will admit that it usually morphs into the McDonald's commercial eventually.
Year (original): 1928 (Weill/Brecht)
Year (Armstrong): 1956
Rating: Luke Hot
I don't have a purpose or mission I'm empty by definition I got a lack girl that you'd love to be
...into the most commercial, poppiest musical composition. Most of the song seems more a stream of consciousness, alliterative mish-mosh, but lyricist Green Gartside throws in the deconstructionist rhetoric whenever he gets a chance. Bully for him!
Year: 1985 Rating: Warm Note: Do you like the anime? Couldn't find another video for it, but this is kinda fun!
This one by the Blow Monkeys (awful band name!) is cute, but way simpler (and whinier) lyrics
Tell me why is it I'm digging your scene I know I'll die baby.
One of the best geek-rock anthems ever about impossible love, from They Might Be Giants' brilliant album Lincoln. No other band could get away with cramming these words into a refrain without coming off as unintentionally hokey (you must listen to the song while reading the lyrics, I command it):
Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
If you ever made the mistake of thinking this was a Bob Dylan song, you were actually right. It was written by Dylan, but performed by Stealers Wheel, the lead singer sounding as Dylanesque as possible. But that crucial harmony part is none other than Gerry Rafferty who later went on to pen the mellow rock ditty I blogged about right here.
Love how literal the video is, with actual "clowns" to the left of him. What do you think about the jokers to the right?
This is just a damned catchy song. For some reason, the David Lee Roth video ain't available, so here's some dude playing drums to the song. He's pretty good!
And here's the Louis Prima version upon which David Lee Roth based his. Check out the wiki page for more info about the song, which evidently was written in the '20s.
Had no idea the Village People covered it, too, six years before David Lee Roth. Too funny not to include here.
Well, since I've blogged about Summer Breeze, I'd Really Love to See You Tonight, and now this gem by Gerry Rafferty, I have covered what may well be the Trifecta of Mellow Gold hits that grace and/or haunt my internal landscape. Yet somehow, there are always more, as if the fount of '70s sensitive dude rock were an infinite source of smoothness.
Despite wanting to rid my head of sappy pop ballads, there's been no controlling it over the last several days; they just keep seeping into consciousness, so I'm letting it flow. Angel of the Morning has been performed by a ton of artists, but I'm reasonably certain it's the The Juice Newton version (above) that I grew up with. This song came up a couple weeks ago w/ Scott, so I'm sure that's why it's cycling at the moment.
Year: 1981
Rating: Luke Hot
This was the first charting version in the U.S., by Merrillee Rush in 1968. I love the sad horn part, but the vocals are sort of a bland Nico with backup singers.
Year: 1968
Rating: Warm
P.P. Arnold's version is a great soul vocal, and charted in the U.K. in the same year as the Merrillee Rush version.
Year: 1968
Rating: Luke Hot
And of course, Chrissie Hynde on Friends! The song starts at about 1:37, but the whole episode is sort of edited down to the seven minute clip here, which is amusing if you've some time.
Year: 1995
Rating: Luke Hot
There's also a fantastic gothy-gay version from the '90s by performance artist Robbie D. which I used to own but can't locate for you at the moment. If I find it in the future, I'll certainly post it.
It took the indie noise downpour of Wolf Parade to get my head out of the '70s ballad clouds. I have little hope that tomorrow's waking will produce similarly new and compelling material, but I can dream.
Someone sang it at karaoke last Friday, and it's stuck, sadly. This cheese anthem by the Starland Vocal Band always spins me into a medley of awful '70s/early '80s ballads involving various times of day/night: "Sky rockets in flight, Afternoon Delight...Midnight at the Oasis...it's gonna be a Cool Night, just let me hold you by the fire light."
Year: 1976 Rating: Brrrr! I could use some "afternoon delight" to warm me to this song.
Classic '70s mellow pop - an omnipresent radio song while I was growing up. I'm not as warm to this Dan Fogelberg tune as some of his others, but it's certainly representative of my subconscious soundtrack nonetheless.
Which band named after a geographical location will readers pick as the totem geo-rock band?
Will it be psychedelic-proggers Kansas, straight-up cock-rockers Boston, the mellow balladeering of America, the jazz-rock fusion of Chicago, the prog-pop anthem rock of Asia, or the sultry new wave of Berlin?
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It's about time Styx entered the mental soundtrack; alas, not a song I love. But my mood is melancholy, and I'm barely awake while writing this, and Amber just left for work, so the schmaltzy lyrics of separation are hitting me in a tender place.
Please believe me My heart is in your hands And I'll be missing you Babe, I love you.
New Edition on Solid Gold - woot! I hadn't remembered how friggin' high the lead singer's voice was, nor was I aware of the Bobby Brown and Bell Biv DeVoe crossovers, 'cause I'm just that clueless and white.
Year: 1984
Rating: Warm
Noteworthy: Another 1984 song.
I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin.
I really love Stereolab, but I've never had a good grasp on the names of their songs. Particularly when an instrumental passage gets in my head, like this morning, it may well have been one of several of their songs. I had to go into my itunes library and search a bit before finding the match to the melody in my head.
Certainly not David Bowie's best; nevertheless, a fun little romp of a song, and a cheeky video to go with it. Probably haven't given a thought to this song since its radio play died down in the late '80s.
Year: 1984 Rating: Warm
Noteworthy: The third song from 1984 to pop into my head in the last three days, and the fifth song from that year to make it into my mental soundtrack since the start of this project. I'll have to put some thought into why I might be channelling that year.
Thank god my preferred ex-Genesis member, Peter Gabriel, came to mind in the shower this morning. This is a lovely dream-imagery song, appropriate for arrival in one's consciousness early in the day.
This is the opening track on Neutral Milk Hotel's extraordinary album In the Aeroplane Over the Sea. The song, like the entire album, inspired by the story of Anne Frank, manages to be gorgeous and unsettling at the same time. One of my all-time favorite albums.
It's a 1984 kind of morning, I guess; this one from the Go-Go's was a song I was more likely to be warm to in the actual 80's, and Chaka Khan's, (from earlier today), was one that was undeniably catchy but that I didn't open up to til much later.
Chaka Khan's awesome cover of Prince's 1979 song was a huge hit in 1984 when I was in junior high and completely oblivious to r&b and hip hop. Raps provided by Melle Mel of Grandmaster Flash-fame.
LOC hit me in the shower this morning, as usual. Then mercifully it blended into another slightly more tolerable Genesis song, also, interestingly enough, about "confusion."
One of the funniest and most brilliant refrains in rock. Weezer is one of those bands that I've always liked, but never really gotten around to listening to. Can anyone recommend a particular album to start with?
Bitchin' performance by Sister Sledge with Chic in Toyko. This song cracks me up, it's such a great period piece:
He wears the finest clothes The best designers, heaven knows Ooh, from his head down to his toes Halston, Gucci, Fiorucci He looks like a still That man is dressed to kill.
People seem to think The Smiths are melodramatic and whiny, but I'm not in that camp. Well, whiny at times, but this song, which essentially equates thwarted or lost love with death, or the fantasy of death, is right up my philosophical alley (see: my graduate thesis on death anxiety in intimate relationships).
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough said.
While Morrissey's emotive crooning works at the pop level of melodrama, the lyrics tell a deeper story of love/loss and the ascendancy of heterosexual love (or perhaps normative relationships of convenience, as in "though she needs you more than she loves you") over implied "unnatural" loves (whether queer or celibate, as Morrissey claimed he was for many years):
Love is Natural and Real But not for you, my love Not tonight, my love Love is Natural and Real But not for such as you and I, my love
Wow. This is so much more fun to write about than Melanie Klein's theory of love/hate in the merger and individuation of the infant and its mother. But it's all layers of the same onion.
Tom Petty came up in conversation last night, derisively, but I dig his early stuff, and this is actually one of the songs I really love. It's a shout-out to Julie in NC.
Truth be told, it was the Simon and Garfunkel cover of Maybellene in my head, but I can't find a video for it at the moment. It's great to see the original performed by Chuck Berry though!
Year (original): 1955 Rating: Luke Hot
Year (S & G): 1973 Rating: warm
Oh my god. This video is so silly. Watch for the phallic imagery! Sheena Easton's early '80s international hit is an ode to some serious co-dependence:
All day I think of him Dreamin' of him constantly I'm crazy mad for him And he's crazy mad for me
The chorus is truly catchy, but it's not a catchy I want hanging around too much.
Year: 1980 Rating: Lukewarm
Noteworthy: The song was originally titled simply "9 to 5," but the decision was made to change it, lest it get confused with (the far superior) 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton, released with the film the same year.
I've always been fond of this quintessential '70s love song by England Dan and John Ford Coley, and readers won't be surprised to hear that it's one of the recurring tunes in my mental repertoire. Ah, the summer of '76, with its red white and blue streamers, fireworks, special edition coins, and jingoist propaganda. At least we had England Dan and JFC keepin' it real with the buttery leisure suits.
Year: 1976 - the Bicentennial Year! Rating: Warm (very)
Fuck, I haven't heard this song in a long time. I own Wave on vinyl, but haven't had a record player in at least eight or nine years, so it feels like this song emerged from my consciousness in a very random, organic way. I think it hit me when I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. Smith's performance above is incredible - her voice is still so rich and true.
I've always been fond of The Monkees; so glad their show was in syndication when I was a kid. Bit of sooze trivia: The Monkees' 20th reunion tour in 1986 was the first concert I went to all on my own. This song, like a number of others in their repertoire, was written by the prolific Neil Diamond. Please don't tell me you thought it was a Smash Mouth song.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah...
One of the greatest popular-genre songs of the 20th century, as far as my knowledge of music goes. It's on my mind 'cause Scott recently requested this song as his funeral dirge for when he sheds this mortal coil. (This was thankfully just in a Facebook meme and not in a serious conversation about his death.) Scott's death is not something I want to think about; nevertheless, I don't regret the song being in my head.
The version knocking around in there is really kind of a pure, stripped down version, just really Cohen's voice and the voices of John Cale and Jeff Buckley intermingled. Cohen's original album version (above) is too churchy-sounding for me, but the vocals, and of course the lyrics, are indelible.
Cale's version is the archetype of most of the cover versions, in its more bare instrumentation and choice of lyrics (Cohen's drafts evidently filled several notebooks; he took a year to write the song.) Buckley took Cale's version, which appears on a 1991 Cohen tribute album, as his original source material.
Apparently there are more than 150 known covers, but I thought these would be sufficient for your listening pleasure.
Year (original): 1984 Rating: Luke Hot
Year (Cale): 1991 Rating: Hot!
Year (Buckley): 1994 Rating: Hot!