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February 24, 2006

Currently Playing #4, Artifacts from the 80s #14

Fits in both categories, actually.

Since no one except Robbo and Steve-O (the LLamas) liked "Boomer News #1", I'm going to just throw up links to Amazon for the rest of today before drinking myself into a maudlin bender with my old friend John Daniels. Me and John, we don't need you guys. We'll sell out for a buck to push product at you. We can do that, you know. We can do that all day long.

At any rate, Currently Playing on my Windows Media Player is one of the great Artifacts from the 80s. I may have blogged about this album before -- I can't be troubled to look details like that up for the likes of those who didn't even appreciate the sublime Laverne and Shirley parody in that post -- but this was one of the all time greatest records of . . . stop right there. One of the all time greatest records. 'Nuff said.


Squeeze: Singles, 45s, and Under

A great album. A classic. Is there a bad track on this album?

Yes. Yes there is. Actually there are two bad tracks on this album. "Cool for Cats" and "Take Me I'm Yours", frankly, suck. They're both on the first side, and even I fast forward through them half the time.

But every other track on this record is a thing of beauty, a thing of wonder. So much so, that if they didn't put "Cool for Cats" and "Take Me, I'm Yours" on the album, you might be "Tempted" (hah! a little play on words, there) to just leave this album on continuous loop and let it play for the duration of your cold, nasty, brutish, short life.

It's that good.

Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook, Amazon tells us, hoped to be the second coming of Lennon and McCartney.

They were. This album and the Beatles "Revolver" (UK edition) are both albums that remind us that there are happy places and times, worlds full of wonder, charm, and sublime ironies. Worlds where even the unhappy tales are told with a smile on your face, with wit and charm, to a circle of admiring friends.

Great songs by great songwriters.

Sadly enough, Difford and Tilbrook went underappreciated by a word which lapped up the profane offerings of Madonna like they were the Sermon on the Mount. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine and I went to see Squeeze play. Back in the day, this would have been in an auditorium packed with thousands of people.

We saw them in a small venue, a club, with about 150 other people.

150 people, to see Squeeze.

What a cruel bitch-goddess you are, life.

January 11, 2006

Currently Playing . . . #3


(The Mamas and the Papas Gold, available at my Amazon.com store by clicking the image above)

I started listening to the Mamas and the Papas only recently, when a song by Cass Elliott was featured in the famed "Hatch" episode of Lost (her tune, Make Your Own Kind of Music, was playing on Desmond's stereo when the castaways blow the hatch). That tune, unfortunately, isn't on this album, but I downloaded it from Wal Mart for $.99.

But I liked it so much that I decided to go further, and bought the album above. It's got a lot of good tunes on it, including California Dreamin', Twelve Thirty (aka, Young Girls are Coming to the Canyon), Monday Monday, and My Heart Stood Still.

When I was growing up, I always had an unreasoning hatred for them, based on an incident involving the Eastern States Exposition. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, the "Big E", as it is known, is a large fair that takes place in the fall in West Springfield, Massachusetts. It has all the usual state fair stuff, including games, rides, B-list musical acts, etc.

As kids, we only cared about the rides and games. Period. Nothing else mattered.

Well one year, rather than let us waste all our money on rides and games, our parents decided that we'd spend the money to go see the performers. Naturally, they were a group of dreadful, loathsome hippies. We were outraged -- as anyone might be.

Well, for much of my life, I harbored a deep-seated resentment against The Mamas and The Papas, but it turns out, I was blaming the wrong group. The band we actually went to see was The Cowsills -- who evidently have the temerity, the unmitigated gall, to have released a "best of" CD.

So, my apologies, Mama Cass, John Sebastian, et al. If I've ever spoken ill of you (and I have), I take it back.

And curse you, Cowsills. From hell's heart I stab at thee.

UPDATE: Uh, probably not good timing on my part. My apologies, I am really only joking. I have no personal animus towards the Cowsills, and wish them well.

UPDATE 2: OK, in looking further, I'm beginning to really question my memory. I mean, other than wearing wigs while performing Hair, they really don't seem like hippies at all. Either that, or I really am a fascist. Or could it be that I remembered an opening act, and not the actual Cowsills? Or did they wear the wigs, and my strong aversion to hippies was actually based on my misinterpretation of a visual gag of theirs?

UPDATE 3: Or was my initial memory correct, and my older siblings wrong? Maybe the Mamas and the Papas really were the hippies I remembered? Because certainly, they were hippies.

UPDATE 4: I half expect Congressman Murtha to call on me to withdraw from this post . . .

September 22, 2005

Currently Playing . . . #2

Currently playing on my Windows Media Player.


(UK Edition of The Beatles Revolver available at my Amazon.com store by clicking the picture above)

The UK edition of Revolver, by the Beatles.

When I was a teenager, I had a good friend who was a Beatles fanatic --he had literally every piece of vinyl that was ever stamped with their imprint. His knowledge was complete, encyclopedic, and thorough. I once asked him what the greatest Beatles album was. He replied, almost without hesitation, "Revolver. The British version."

Naturally, this took me by surprise -- Sergeant Pepper is usually cited by most people, or Abbey Road -- or even Rubber Soul. A few Philistines will even suggest it was the execrable "White Album".

I asked him why Revolver was the best, and he said, "It's got a little of everything."

Naturally, he was right. The key caveat he made was that it was the UK edition. Consider this comment from a reviewer on Amazon's site:

After hearing the CD reissue of Revolver, is anybody as mad as I am about what Capitol records did to the Beatle's early albums? For those of you too young to remember, they gutted the English versions, deleting two or three songs and then reissuing these in lame compilations that did not do justice to the original albums. Nowhere did this affect an album worse than Revolver. It's why it's suddenly starting appearing at the top of people's list of great albums: some of us never heard it until ten years ago.

Right on, brother. Capitol cut out three tracks on the U.S. version, according to Wikipedia -- "I'm Only Sleeping," "Doctor Robert", and "And Your Bird Can Sing." None of these are great Beatles classics. But to say it was ok to cut them from the album is like saying Angelina Jolie would still be sexy with only one ear -- while technically it's true, you'd have to say that you felt a little cheated.

I have gone through many iterations of what I am old enough to call my "record collection"; which is now composed of CD's and Windows Media files. About every ten years or so I have to rebuild it. I at one time had complete collections of various bands -- as anyone who knows me well can tell you, I go through phases. I have never had -- and never will have -- complete Beatles -- I don't really like the very early stuff or the very late stuff. I'm content to go with 1962-66, 1967-70, and a few albums -- Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper, and Revolver. To me, that is a pretty complete collection -- it has everything I consider necessary of theirs.

My old friend would have sneered at this -- I mean what's a complete Beatles collection without a recording of them playing "Three Cool Cats" live at The Cavern? -- but for me, it is more than enough.

Revolver is a transitional album -- it has some of what the early Beatles were, and clues of where they are headed. They are beginning to experiment with other instruments besides the two guitars, bass, and drums, and expanding into new instruments and arrangements. They are beginning to show that in addition to being a simple boy band, they have a little bit of talent.

Granted -- I've never been ready to jump on the "bigger than Jesus" bandwagon. The Beatles, while being the greatest rock and roll band of all time, are also the most overrated. Yes, they're great -- but in the scheme of things, if they never existed, the planet would keep on spinning. The Beatles aren't Beethoven.

But for what they were, they were the best. And Revolver is -- in my mind -- their best album.

The sound of the album -- especially in songs like "Taxman", "I Want To Tell You", and "Got To Get You Into My Life" are immediately recognizable as being from London, mid-sixties. There is a distinct sound to music from that era -- what I call the "George Martin" sound. You can practically see the girls in short dresses, the double decker buses, and bowler-hatted businessmen walking out of the pubs.

A more civilized time.

Once when I was young -- maybe about the same time I was first listening to Revolver, so, let's say when I was sixteen years old or so -- I met Congressman Bob Dornan, and had a conversation with him. My father was involved in Republican party politics, and Dornan was the speaker at a dinner. My father and I had the task of bringing him to the airport afterwards. Dornan was one of the most fascinating people I ever met -- and while he could have sat in the car and done some reading, or quietly stared out the window, he instead decided to politely interrogate me. He was a volcano of ideas, only some of which I remember. But one idea he mentioned has stayed with me my whole life. I'm not sure if it was an original idea of his, or if it was something he'd read.

It was about the role of cities in Western civilization.

He said that if you looked back at the past, you could regard a decade as belonging to a particular city, in terms of its cultural dominance. The 1980s were -- for him, if I remember correctly --going to be the decade of Los Angeles. The 1970s I believe he said belonged to New York. And the 1960s belonged to London. For each city and decade, he rattled off a string of associations that proved his point -- and proof positive of London's dominance of the 1960s was the rise of the Beatles.

There was much more to the conversation than that -- because it's a rather obvious point given his premise -- and I remember the energy he poured into his argument and the sheer weight of anecdote he brought to bear. For someone who was sixteen and fancied himself an intellectual, it was a memorable experience.

Revolver is, to me, prima facie evidence of Dornan's point -- a symbol of the height of British cultural influence in the 1960s. The James Bond films are also something similar to me -- they are a more of the same thing.

Some people see the hand of God in these things. I myself, do not. I do think, though, that cultures of nations, as expressed in the creative output of their cities, can be influential and shape the way in which we regard the world. I ascribe something like the Jungian collective unconscious as the author of these cultural memes.

So, for some reason, I am thinking of Britain in the 1960s. I'm reviewing the Bond films and listening to Revolver.

Why? I really don't know.

May 27, 2005

Currently Playing on My Windows Media Player

Currently playing . . .


(Available for purchase on my Amazon.com store by clicking the picture)

Hits, by the British 90s pop/rock band Pulp. They are stylistically more like an 80s group than a 90s group, which is to say that there is no discernible grunge influence. Biggest hit was a song called Common People, which was recently covered on Shatner's album. More on that one, perhaps, later.

The lead singer, Jarvis Cocker, sounds a little like David Bowie, but more like someone took Bowie and ran his voice through the "cathedral" sound effect in the studio (the one that U2 is so fond of). It sounds like he's singing from the bottom of a 1000 foot well. Pretty much on every song.

Still, quite good.