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The Lemonheads strong 1993 album, Come on Feel the Lemonheads, had the Modern Rock hit “Into Your Arms” on it. “Into Your Arms” may be this underappreciated band’s most popular song – except, maybe, their cover of ‘Mrs. Robinson” is better known. That’s all the more interesting because he didn’t write either of them.
The album is a lot of fun, containing some of eye-candy frontman Evan Dando’s finest examples of “bubblegrunge.”.
Today’s SotW is the goofy but catchy, country flavored, “Being Around,” that comes in under 2 minutes!
The lyrics ask a bunch of questions from someone seeking attention from a person he /she wants to “be around.” It sounds to me like an awkward 4th grade boy trying to get a disinterested girl in his class to notice him.
If I was the fridge would you open the door?
If I was the grass would you mow your lawn?
If I was your body would you still wear clothes?
If I was a booger would you blow your nose?
Where would you keep it? Would you eat it?
I’m just trying to give myself a reason, for being around.
Really? Boogers!!! The other verses go on just like this.
The current popular rock star Courtney Barnett covered “Being There” during her 2014 tour. Versions of it can be found all over the internet.
If the album title – Come on Feel the Lemonheads – sounds vaguely familiar, it’s because it was nicked from the Slade hit “Cum on Feel the Noise.” Sufjan Stevens took it a step further with the title of his 2005 album, Come on Feel the Illinoise.
Enjoy… until next week.
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Jazz great Bob Dorough died Monday at the age of 94. Here is the NYT obituary:
It reminded me of the time I met him a few years ago and posted about it on this blog.
Here it is again.
Song of the Week Revisited – I’m Hip, Blossom Dearie
You don’t find much Beatles on youtube, much less good Beatles. As the concept of intellectual property continues to lose hold, it’s nice to see that someone is still ripping them off.
The greatest singing bass player is McCartney of course. I think this an underrated Beatles song, indeed I played it as much as She Loves You because it was the flipside. This is live at the BBC and it’s better than the record. A simple ditty but damn it’s good.
For weeks I had a blown speaker. At first I was busy, then I was lazy, then I started digging on Roxy with a single channel, and otherwise hearing little things I had missed in songs I knew very well. You should try it with Roxy, or with one of the great dense production albums like Exile or Layla or – check it out – Cry of Love. Hendrix ain’t on youtube except for live stuff (some of which is great), and I hope that forces everybody who doesn’t own it to buy that album. I think it’s his best, which ain’t saying much unless you go for that oh wow doodling that stops all his other albums in their tracks. Makes me wanna drop Orange Sunshine into my eyes and become a strobe.
So finally I broke down and bought new ones. Actually, my sweet baby bought ’em for me today. Vic thinks of everything and makes me do things I like. So I hauled the box down to my cave and spent my usual befuddled half-hour trying to assemble the wires and plot an installing strategy. Detatching the old stuff proved impossible withour a forklift – cables running behind my massive desk-bookshelf-table-for-four – so I had to cut the wires.
The key new piece is a subwoofer. That threw me. I know mono and stereo and even remember quadraphonic but three speakers is new to me. When I hear subwoofers on the street I always have to take a shit – there’s the generation gap right there – but I have to admit the setup sounds great. We’ll see if I make it to the bathroom tomorrow morning.
Jimi live before he began indulging himself:
We’ve talked about them but not enough. They’re every bit as good the Beatles and the Stones and the Dolls and Howlin Wolf. The truest mark of greatness is that it keeps revealing. As it happens I have a dead speaker, which means I only hear one channel. Listening to Roxy with only one channel is amazing. What a band, including every single bass player, and there’s a different great one on every album. I mean, check out the bass on this, not to mention everything else. I also believe that Ferry writes lyrics to match anyone’s, including this song if only because he’s “growing potatoes by the score.”
Wayne Cochrane might have penned The Last Kiss, and Pearl Jam might have proved its camp essence, but the big hit was from 1964, by J. Frank Wilson. I remember this time vividly as it was the first summer I was sick with what became known as Crohns Disease.
I had been sick for several months, losing weight and unable to keep any nourishment in me when it was determined that I needed to go to the hospital for tests and observation So, on the way to Monterey and the family’s summer vacation, they dropped me off at the hospital and went on their merry way.
I got my summer solace first, not being around them, second with books, and third with my transistor radio which blared Ferry Cross the Mersey, and Bits and Pieces chunks of Brit Pop, but also the maudlin Wilson song.
The Last Kiss, however, belongs to a strange genre of pop song known as death songs. Some of the more prominant?
- Teen Angel, Mark Dinning (1960): When I was in third grade (also 1960) our classmate, Don DeVincenzi’s sister died in a local accident just like this.
- Patches, Dickey Lee (1962): Evolved into Poor Side of Town in a few years.
- Laurie, Dickey Lee (1965): Lee clearly had some kind of necrophilia thing going on.
- Tell Laura I Love Her, Ray Peterson (1960): Peterson actually had a pretty good hit with Corina, Corina.
- Honey, Bobby Goldsboro (1968 ): Arguably the most loved/hated of the maudlin.
There are more for sure. The links above lead to YouTube files of the originals. But, J. Frank lurks below.
When rocknroll started selling in the mid-50s, there were lots of head-scratching media pieces. There was one interview with the perpetually smiling Fats Domino, who said, “What they call rocknroll, I been playing in New Orleans for 15 years.” And he was. He had 11 Top 10 singles when the competition was a lot stiffer (not that there wasn’t ALWAYS plenty of shit on the radio). All of them are at least fun, some are great. If this thing lets me post my two faves here goes. You could hardly imagine a simpler song than “My Girl Josephine,” which proves everything.
This one I like just as much. That rocking swing thing will never die.
He made people happy. You can’t have a better tombstone than that. RIP
I have to admit that I’ve never heard the last “Clash” album. Without Mick Jones they aren’t and can’t be The Clash and Strummer had some nerve pretending otherwise.
This Bill Wyman guy amazes me. How can anyone be so knowledgable and so clueless at the same time? Of course a lot of this has to be pure opinion, but I think the story of this band and therefore their best songs is simple: they started, they had talent, they developed their abilities to the fullest as much or more than any other rocknroll band ever, and they declined. But at least they declined experimenting rather than repeating themselves, musically anyway. As for the lyrics, the politics that began so refreshingly honest quickly devolved into boilerplate leftism. But even in decline they came up with a few more great songs.
To me it is completely and utterly obvious that the best Clash song is Complete Control.
I’m a fool for these riffs and this song. When I saw them they weren’t so good, or rather they were good when they actually played but spent too much time cheerleading the crowd, or trying to. Don’t tell me to clap my hands and stomp my feet, make me clap my hands and stomp my feet. Like this, and may I say “look out.”