45. "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone
To be honest, I had forgotten this song until I heard it playing in the opening scene of "Guardians of the Galaxy." And when it started to play, I could not help but be completely delighted by how it took me back to the 70s to hear it again. While there are many good 70s songs in the Guardians movies, I credit this one for setting the musical feel for the movies.
The song also has a similar sentiment to that found in Cheap Trick's "If You Want My Love." Only this time, it's got an electric sitar twang for added oomph!
Hey (hey), what's the matter with you, feel right, don't you feel right baby
Hey (hey), oh yeah, get it from the main vine, all right
I said a find it, find it, go on and love it if you like it, yeah
Hey (hey) it's your business, if you want some, take some, get it together baby
Come and get your love!
Monday, October 15, 2018
46. You Want Some?
46. "If You Want My Love" by Cheap Trick
This song came out the summer of 1982--the same time I began to finally put some height and muscles on my body. Well, at least enough to think it was safe for me to play football the next year. I spent most of my days that summer as a lifeguard, where each hour of my work was spent watching dozens of beautiful girls, along with hundreds of not-so-beautiful ones. Yes, I had to look at boys too, but I figured I got paid to do that. The enjoyment I got from looking at the girls was just the icing on the paycheck.
But here's the crappy part of the gig. Lifeguards are supposed to watch people, not talk to them--unless you were blowing the whistle and telling them to obey some pool rule and/or kicking them out of the pool for either (a) an approaching lightning storm or (b) lewd behavior. That meant I did not get to talk to any of these beautiful girls. And it turns out that if you want to have a relationship with a girl, you kind of have to talk to her. So my job wasn't like being a kid in a candy store. It was like being a starving kid in a candy store that isn't allowed to have any candy and isn't even supposed to look too long at any one piece of candy and is absolutely forbidden to talk to the candy.
That job turned out to be a perfect metaphor for my teenage love life during my junior and senior years of high school. And the song "If You Want My Love" is the perfect expression of that feeling I would get when I realized I was attracted to a girl (or even hopelessly infatuated with her) but couldn't force myself to talk to her to get the relationship started.
If I'd only had something interesting to get the girl to get the conversation started, my life would have been different. Yes, if I'd only had something that would get their attention--something like a brightly colored sweater with pineapples, pyramids, and camels on it.
This song also kind of sums up my thoughts about all those guys that had girlfriends but weren't loyal to them and would cast them aside for really no good reason at all. What was wrong with you jerks! If you find a girl that is willing to put up with your crap, hold on to her like grim death! See, if I had somehow lucked out to have a girlfriend, here's what I would have said to her.
You hold the secrets of love in this world.
I'm hypnotized by your ev'ry word.
A special face, a special voice,
A special smile in my life.
'Cause lonely is only a place.
You don't know what it's like...
You can't fight it.
It's a hole in my heart, in my heart.
If you want my love you got it.
When you need my love you got it.
I won't hide it.
I won't throw your love away, ooh.
This song came out the summer of 1982--the same time I began to finally put some height and muscles on my body. Well, at least enough to think it was safe for me to play football the next year. I spent most of my days that summer as a lifeguard, where each hour of my work was spent watching dozens of beautiful girls, along with hundreds of not-so-beautiful ones. Yes, I had to look at boys too, but I figured I got paid to do that. The enjoyment I got from looking at the girls was just the icing on the paycheck.
But here's the crappy part of the gig. Lifeguards are supposed to watch people, not talk to them--unless you were blowing the whistle and telling them to obey some pool rule and/or kicking them out of the pool for either (a) an approaching lightning storm or (b) lewd behavior. That meant I did not get to talk to any of these beautiful girls. And it turns out that if you want to have a relationship with a girl, you kind of have to talk to her. So my job wasn't like being a kid in a candy store. It was like being a starving kid in a candy store that isn't allowed to have any candy and isn't even supposed to look too long at any one piece of candy and is absolutely forbidden to talk to the candy.
That job turned out to be a perfect metaphor for my teenage love life during my junior and senior years of high school. And the song "If You Want My Love" is the perfect expression of that feeling I would get when I realized I was attracted to a girl (or even hopelessly infatuated with her) but couldn't force myself to talk to her to get the relationship started.
If I'd only had something interesting to get the girl to get the conversation started, my life would have been different. Yes, if I'd only had something that would get their attention--something like a brightly colored sweater with pineapples, pyramids, and camels on it.
This song also kind of sums up my thoughts about all those guys that had girlfriends but weren't loyal to them and would cast them aside for really no good reason at all. What was wrong with you jerks! If you find a girl that is willing to put up with your crap, hold on to her like grim death! See, if I had somehow lucked out to have a girlfriend, here's what I would have said to her.
You hold the secrets of love in this world.
I'm hypnotized by your ev'ry word.
A special face, a special voice,
A special smile in my life.
'Cause lonely is only a place.
You don't know what it's like...
You can't fight it.
It's a hole in my heart, in my heart.
If you want my love you got it.
When you need my love you got it.
I won't hide it.
I won't throw your love away, ooh.
Saturday, October 6, 2018
47. Hair Metal
47. "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider
I really liked the stereoecholiscious sound of this song back when I heard it on FM radio in 1981. It never went anywhere on the charts, but it did manage to make it's way onto Season 1 Episode 15 ("Smuggler's Blues) of Miami Vice. If you didn't like Miami Vice, you may be tempted to not watch the whole video below, but you should watch it right up to the opening credits at least. There's a nifty triple-boom boat explosion you don't want to miss.
At the time the song came out, I never really could make out enough of the lyrics to understand it's anti-anti-semitism message. But thanks to the interwebs, the written lyrics unmistakably prove that these Canadian rockers don't like Nazis. But do you know what they do like? Not dancing. Their moves in this video are pretty much the exact same ones I used at every school dance.
By the way, this is the kind of song that sounds really good turned up loud while driving at night with the windows open. Try it. You'll like it.
Fun song-related story: Every three weeks or so I get my hair cut at a salon called "Lunatic Fringe" by Reina Summers--a young woman who gives the absolute insanely best shampoos ever known to humankind. I could go on and on about how incredible the shampoos are, but I won't, because anything I say will fall far, far short of what it feels like to have a fifteen-minute shampoo in which wave after wave of goosebumps shoot down your neck and spine all the way to your toes. Suffice it to say, whatever you think is the most awesome thing you could possibly experience in life--well, times that by ten, and you still won't be in even the same ballpark as one of Reina's shampoos. Anyway, one Wednesday afternoon I left work with barely enough time to make my regular 5:00 appointment. As I started up the 4Runner, "Lunatic Fringe" began playing on the radio. I cranked up the volume and tore out of the parking lot with an enormous grin on my face. Oh, the delight of listening to that song as I drove slightly above the speed limit to get to Lunatic Fringe on time for my super-shampoo!
Now every time I hear the opening of "Lunatic Fringe" on the radio, I imagine I'm in the middle of one of Reina's shampoos, and thanks to Pavlovian classical conditioning, the goosebump waves start up.
I know. It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing. But sometimes a fantasy is all you need.
I really liked the stereoecholiscious sound of this song back when I heard it on FM radio in 1981. It never went anywhere on the charts, but it did manage to make it's way onto Season 1 Episode 15 ("Smuggler's Blues) of Miami Vice. If you didn't like Miami Vice, you may be tempted to not watch the whole video below, but you should watch it right up to the opening credits at least. There's a nifty triple-boom boat explosion you don't want to miss.
At the time the song came out, I never really could make out enough of the lyrics to understand it's anti-anti-semitism message. But thanks to the interwebs, the written lyrics unmistakably prove that these Canadian rockers don't like Nazis. But do you know what they do like? Not dancing. Their moves in this video are pretty much the exact same ones I used at every school dance.
By the way, this is the kind of song that sounds really good turned up loud while driving at night with the windows open. Try it. You'll like it.
Fun song-related story: Every three weeks or so I get my hair cut at a salon called "Lunatic Fringe" by Reina Summers--a young woman who gives the absolute insanely best shampoos ever known to humankind. I could go on and on about how incredible the shampoos are, but I won't, because anything I say will fall far, far short of what it feels like to have a fifteen-minute shampoo in which wave after wave of goosebumps shoot down your neck and spine all the way to your toes. Suffice it to say, whatever you think is the most awesome thing you could possibly experience in life--well, times that by ten, and you still won't be in even the same ballpark as one of Reina's shampoos. Anyway, one Wednesday afternoon I left work with barely enough time to make my regular 5:00 appointment. As I started up the 4Runner, "Lunatic Fringe" began playing on the radio. I cranked up the volume and tore out of the parking lot with an enormous grin on my face. Oh, the delight of listening to that song as I drove slightly above the speed limit to get to Lunatic Fringe on time for my super-shampoo!
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| Reina Summers -- Shampoo Goddess |
I know. It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing. But sometimes a fantasy is all you need.
Monday, September 24, 2018
48. Hot Pocket
48. "Jessie's Girl" by Rick Springfield
I don't remember exactly if it was me or my sister Ruth that bought "Working Class Dog," but I definitely listened to it the most, so it was probably me. And it was probably because of "Jessie's Girl."
See, I had a number of crushes on a number of girls, but they all had boyfriends--none of which were my friends, so it was really easy to hate them. And "Jessie's Girl," more than any other song of the 1981-82 school year, best expressed the frustration and disappointment and jealousy and anger and sadness and desperation and loneliness and awkwardness and longing and placing of the hands in coat pockets and dancing with the left hand in a pants pocket and face washing and self-examination in the mirror and playing the guitar in the bathroom while looking in the mirror and repeated smashing of said mirror with a guitar that inevitably arises from such situations. I mean, what teenage boy in the early 80s didn't go through all that?
The album was actually pretty good with several other chart-topping hits like "Love Is Alright Tonite" and "I've Done Everything For You." It also had some real stinkers like "Easy to Cry" and "Inside Sylvia"--the song with the record for the number of times anyone has sung the name "Silvia "(39).
To this day, whenever I hear "Jessie's Girl" on the radio, I sing along and think about all the girls I liked when I was a sophomore (none of which were named Silvia) and how much I hated their boyfriends (most of which were named Cory Barnes).
I don't remember exactly if it was me or my sister Ruth that bought "Working Class Dog," but I definitely listened to it the most, so it was probably me. And it was probably because of "Jessie's Girl."
See, I had a number of crushes on a number of girls, but they all had boyfriends--none of which were my friends, so it was really easy to hate them. And "Jessie's Girl," more than any other song of the 1981-82 school year, best expressed the frustration and disappointment and jealousy and anger and sadness and desperation and loneliness and awkwardness and longing and placing of the hands in coat pockets and dancing with the left hand in a pants pocket and face washing and self-examination in the mirror and playing the guitar in the bathroom while looking in the mirror and repeated smashing of said mirror with a guitar that inevitably arises from such situations. I mean, what teenage boy in the early 80s didn't go through all that?
The album was actually pretty good with several other chart-topping hits like "Love Is Alright Tonite" and "I've Done Everything For You." It also had some real stinkers like "Easy to Cry" and "Inside Sylvia"--the song with the record for the number of times anyone has sung the name "Silvia "(39).
To this day, whenever I hear "Jessie's Girl" on the radio, I sing along and think about all the girls I liked when I was a sophomore (none of which were named Silvia) and how much I hated their boyfriends (most of which were named Cory Barnes).
Thursday, September 20, 2018
49. Those Damn Bed-Making Immigrants!
49. "America" by Neil Diamond
Somebody (not me) in my family owned "The Jazz Singer" album at some point in my youth. That's the only explanation I can think of for why I know some of the lyrics to so many songs from that album, including "America," "Hello Again," "Love on the Rocks," and, for some strange reason, "On the Robert E. Lee." Of course, the first three I could have learned off the radio because they got plenty of air time. But not "On the Robert E. Lee." So even though I don't have an explicit memory of listening to that album at home in Arimo, I had to have listened to at least parts of it dozens of times, and that means somebody owned it. And the truth be told, I probably listened to "On the Robert E. Lee" as much as I did because I liked the General Lee on the Dukes of Hazzard. (That sign up ahead says "Dip." Let's jump over something big in the road! Yeeeee-hah!)
The one memory that I do have of "America" is actually from Sweden. I was biking down a forest path, as one does in Sweden, when I just started thinking about how good it would feel to go back home to America. So I started kind of singing the song under my breath as I peddled, and I thought about how proud and lucky I was to be an American citizen. I even got a bit of a chill down my spine singing the lines, "Home, don't it seem so far away, but we're traveling light today, in the eye of the storm, in the eye of the storm."
The song can still give me chills today, especially the beginning part when the bass and drums come in and the audience starts to cheer at the sight of Neil's sparkly scarf.
Hey! Isn't that Lucy Ball's daughter?!" As a kid, I always thought she was cuter and funnier than Marie Osmond. But then again, I loved Lucy.
The other memory I have of this song is hearing it played over the radio while watching the Pocatello July 4th fireworks at Julie's parents house. Yes, this song is severely overplayed at July 4th celebrations. But I'll take it over Lee Greenwood's flag-waving patriotic pandering any day (especially on July 4th). Diamond's song somehow avoids that pandering element, I think mostly because he's not singing to Americans about how they're so awesome because they're Americans. He's singing about immigrants sacrificing so much to become Americans and experience liberty not available to them in their home country, which is a much more powerful idea. And this is how you really know it's not the same kind of song as Greenwood's "God Bless the USA." Imagine that Donald Trump finally gets his way and builds a gargantuan wall along the Mexican border. Now imagine what songs they're going to play at the rally where he dedicates the wall to himself. Greenwood's song is definitely on the I'm-the most-patriotic-person-you'll-ever-meet playlist. But Diamond's song would never ever be chosen to be blasted into the audience and over the wall, inviting everyone on the other side to come into the country and become citizens "TODAY!"
Oh, well. Regardless of who sits in the White House, I do at heart believe that America is and always will be the sweet land of Liberty...and of sparkly scarves.
Somebody (not me) in my family owned "The Jazz Singer" album at some point in my youth. That's the only explanation I can think of for why I know some of the lyrics to so many songs from that album, including "America," "Hello Again," "Love on the Rocks," and, for some strange reason, "On the Robert E. Lee." Of course, the first three I could have learned off the radio because they got plenty of air time. But not "On the Robert E. Lee." So even though I don't have an explicit memory of listening to that album at home in Arimo, I had to have listened to at least parts of it dozens of times, and that means somebody owned it. And the truth be told, I probably listened to "On the Robert E. Lee" as much as I did because I liked the General Lee on the Dukes of Hazzard. (That sign up ahead says "Dip." Let's jump over something big in the road! Yeeeee-hah!)
The one memory that I do have of "America" is actually from Sweden. I was biking down a forest path, as one does in Sweden, when I just started thinking about how good it would feel to go back home to America. So I started kind of singing the song under my breath as I peddled, and I thought about how proud and lucky I was to be an American citizen. I even got a bit of a chill down my spine singing the lines, "Home, don't it seem so far away, but we're traveling light today, in the eye of the storm, in the eye of the storm."
The song can still give me chills today, especially the beginning part when the bass and drums come in and the audience starts to cheer at the sight of Neil's sparkly scarf.
Hey! Isn't that Lucy Ball's daughter?!" As a kid, I always thought she was cuter and funnier than Marie Osmond. But then again, I loved Lucy.
The other memory I have of this song is hearing it played over the radio while watching the Pocatello July 4th fireworks at Julie's parents house. Yes, this song is severely overplayed at July 4th celebrations. But I'll take it over Lee Greenwood's flag-waving patriotic pandering any day (especially on July 4th). Diamond's song somehow avoids that pandering element, I think mostly because he's not singing to Americans about how they're so awesome because they're Americans. He's singing about immigrants sacrificing so much to become Americans and experience liberty not available to them in their home country, which is a much more powerful idea. And this is how you really know it's not the same kind of song as Greenwood's "God Bless the USA." Imagine that Donald Trump finally gets his way and builds a gargantuan wall along the Mexican border. Now imagine what songs they're going to play at the rally where he dedicates the wall to himself. Greenwood's song is definitely on the I'm-the most-patriotic-person-you'll-ever-meet playlist. But Diamond's song would never ever be chosen to be blasted into the audience and over the wall, inviting everyone on the other side to come into the country and become citizens "TODAY!"
Oh, well. Regardless of who sits in the White House, I do at heart believe that America is and always will be the sweet land of Liberty...and of sparkly scarves.
50. I'm Radioactive!
50. "Back in the U.S.S.R." by the Beatles
In my youth, the Soviet Union was filled with the worst bad guys. Yes, everyone still hated Nazi's--especially Steven Spielberg--but they had been defeated in World War II by Hogan's Heroes, so the big living, breathing enemy was anyone with a Russian-sounding name. Yet because I had been raised on the Beatles' White Album, I believed that maybe there was something good to be found in the Soviet Union, namely, beautiful and sexy women. This belief was reinforced by every James Bond film I ever saw, as well as the Pink Panther Strikes Again.
My interest in Russian women went so far as to get me to study the Russian language and culture for about two months during my freshman year of college. It wasn't a class for credit, so I didn't learn much other than how to say Yes (Da) and No (Nyet)--two words that I think would have served me well if I had actually gone to Russia at any point in my life, but it was not to be.
The closest I got to Mother Russia was on my mission in Sweden, where I met a Russian businessman that asked me to explain the rules of American football to him, which was kind of difficult because we didn't learn how to say "linebacker" in the MTC. I liked the guy, so my opinion of Russians became really positive.
I also ended up getting a part of Russia embedded in my flesh for life when Chernobyl exploded and the winds blew all the leftovers into Sweden. I didn't like being bombarded with radiation, and my opinion of the Russians sank to the lowest it had ever been.
But my opinion of Russian people--not their leaders--was forever shifted into the positive range when Billy Joel went on tour there. Them liking Billy so much made me think I had waaaaaaaaaaay more in common with the Russian people than I'd like to admit. And because I had grown up singing "Back in the U.S.S.R" at home, I knew all the words when I saw Billy sing it in concert in Leningrad. He ended up writing another song about how he made friends with some Russian clown (that's his vocation, I'm not using the word "clown" in a derogatory sense just then). But Billy's song "Leningrad" didn't shift my feelings towards the Russians any more than it already was. Watching him sing "Back in the U.S.S.R." was all I needed.
Now, if that performance doesn't make your balalaikas ring, then you are a clown (and I mean that in the most derogatory sense possible).
In my youth, the Soviet Union was filled with the worst bad guys. Yes, everyone still hated Nazi's--especially Steven Spielberg--but they had been defeated in World War II by Hogan's Heroes, so the big living, breathing enemy was anyone with a Russian-sounding name. Yet because I had been raised on the Beatles' White Album, I believed that maybe there was something good to be found in the Soviet Union, namely, beautiful and sexy women. This belief was reinforced by every James Bond film I ever saw, as well as the Pink Panther Strikes Again.
My interest in Russian women went so far as to get me to study the Russian language and culture for about two months during my freshman year of college. It wasn't a class for credit, so I didn't learn much other than how to say Yes (Da) and No (Nyet)--two words that I think would have served me well if I had actually gone to Russia at any point in my life, but it was not to be.
The closest I got to Mother Russia was on my mission in Sweden, where I met a Russian businessman that asked me to explain the rules of American football to him, which was kind of difficult because we didn't learn how to say "linebacker" in the MTC. I liked the guy, so my opinion of Russians became really positive.
I also ended up getting a part of Russia embedded in my flesh for life when Chernobyl exploded and the winds blew all the leftovers into Sweden. I didn't like being bombarded with radiation, and my opinion of the Russians sank to the lowest it had ever been.
But my opinion of Russian people--not their leaders--was forever shifted into the positive range when Billy Joel went on tour there. Them liking Billy so much made me think I had waaaaaaaaaaay more in common with the Russian people than I'd like to admit. And because I had grown up singing "Back in the U.S.S.R" at home, I knew all the words when I saw Billy sing it in concert in Leningrad. He ended up writing another song about how he made friends with some Russian clown (that's his vocation, I'm not using the word "clown" in a derogatory sense just then). But Billy's song "Leningrad" didn't shift my feelings towards the Russians any more than it already was. Watching him sing "Back in the U.S.S.R." was all I needed.
Now, if that performance doesn't make your balalaikas ring, then you are a clown (and I mean that in the most derogatory sense possible).
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
51. Do Not Stare Directly Into It
51. "She Blinded Me With Science" by Thomas Dolby
If you love the sweet, sweet sounds of early 80s synthesizers in stereo, this is your song. It's got it all. Bleeps and blorps and tonks and schonks and plinks and plonks and wavy-woozies and hiccups and grunty grindy English accents. And it's quite trippy to listen to it in stereo while laying in bed with the speakers positioned so that your head is right smack dab in the middle of it all. You feel completely engulfed in a sonic recreation of a mad scientist's laboratory, complete with a beautiful Japanese assistant.
Good heavens, Miss Sakamoto! You're beautiful!
Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science from Mad Hatter on Vimeo.
This is, of course, one of the nerdiest songs ever written. How nerdy? It was the theme song for the original pilot for "The Big Bang Theory," but that episode was never shown, and they went with a theme song by the Bare Naked Ladies instead. (And only a nerd would know that.) There is only one thing that could make this song nerdier--being sung/talked by THE SHAT!
If you love the sweet, sweet sounds of early 80s synthesizers in stereo, this is your song. It's got it all. Bleeps and blorps and tonks and schonks and plinks and plonks and wavy-woozies and hiccups and grunty grindy English accents. And it's quite trippy to listen to it in stereo while laying in bed with the speakers positioned so that your head is right smack dab in the middle of it all. You feel completely engulfed in a sonic recreation of a mad scientist's laboratory, complete with a beautiful Japanese assistant.
Good heavens, Miss Sakamoto! You're beautiful!
Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science from Mad Hatter on Vimeo.
This is, of course, one of the nerdiest songs ever written. How nerdy? It was the theme song for the original pilot for "The Big Bang Theory," but that episode was never shown, and they went with a theme song by the Bare Naked Ladies instead. (And only a nerd would know that.) There is only one thing that could make this song nerdier--being sung/talked by THE SHAT!
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