I grew up in the South, been in FL since I was in diapers, so I have no excuse! But I did know they existed, just forgot about them completely. Been a loooong time since I heard any of their names/songs, only thing I can recall off the top of my head was that Barbara Mandrell had some solo stuff on the radio back in the day. Could not give you a single song title, but there we are. A failed Southerner, I'm afraid.
Your Kavanaugh observation is on point. Although it unfortunately reminds me that he is a Supreme Court Justice. And married. And basically just that he exists.
And yes, this song is a 1 and should be sub-1.
True story: I am married to a Scotsman. Before we got engaged I went over to meet his family and stay with them for a couple of weeks. First morning there, I wake up and find that his Mum had prepared me a lovely breakfast, complete with a selection of the day's newspapers.
She sits me down in the kitchen and returns to the stove. I start munching away, open up the top paper and immediately (and involuntarily) blurt out, "Whoa, OK, boobs right there, big old boobs". She started laughing, as did the rest of the family when they heard the story. Nobody could believe that an American was shocked by their Page 3 girls. "Whoa, boobs!" or "Be on the lookout for big old boobs" became their catchphrases for the remainder of my trip, which was way more amusing to them than to me, but anyway.
Oh man, such terrible TV back in the day. Pink Lady & Jeff, Tony Orlando & Dawn, The Osmonds, the Bradys, even the damn Starland Vocal band! Those variety shows were always on in my house, no wonder I grew up so weird.
"I was horrified by the sun"
I'm married to a Scot and this line makes all kinds of sense to me. He's been here with me in Florida for decades now and is used to the sunlight but it was quite a journey, y'all.
Love Shirley Manson so much. She is a true force for good in this world. Seeing this post made me want to watch her old appearance on the defunct kiddie-hipster music program Pancake Mountain. Here she is schooling the youth on Can and Kraftwerk in a focus on Germany's musical history.
https://youtu.be/22dk_L3DrqY
100% same. I learn a lot here and have discovered (and re-discovered) a lot of wonderful music thanks to this site. The folks commenting have such varied tastes and not all of them will mesh with my own, but I am open to following other people's leads and quite often find myself pleasantly surprised. Bon Jovi is already over for me, they were huge when I was young and if I was ever gonna enjoy/appreciate their style, it would've been then. But I still like seeing how other people feel about them even if I don't agree. We all like what we like and that's as it should be!
"Bar band" - yes, thank you. That's Bon Jovi in a nutshell. Never could understand why they got so huge. Serviceable enough accompaniment for drinking 2-for-1 Heinekens but not much else.
Of course you can use whatever word you fucking want. And far be it from me to give someone with a Thermals avatar a hard time (love that album). But when you're talking to randos on the internet, and not friends who know exactly what you mean at all times, don't be surprised when the words you use are interpreted differently than you intended them to be interpreted. Especially when using words that really do have a specific meaning that is pretty much universally understood.
Like I said, I got from the context of your comment that you weren't calling Lorde a slut in some negative way. But when you said that you used "slutty" to mean "confident", I'm just pointing out that 99% of us randos reading it wouldn't know that because most people don't use "slutty" in that sense. Not an argument so much as an explanation for why you got the replies you got.
I honestly did not see your original comment as being judgmental, since you made it clear that there's nothing wrong with what you called a "slutty period". I guess the thing to keep in mind is that the word "slutty" itself is pretty judgmental, and it definitively means one who is sexually promiscuous, and more specifically a woman who is sexually promiscuous. It's a disparaging term. "Slutty" =/= "carefree" or "confident". So that's probably why it came across in a way different than you intended.
Put it this way: if I heard someone describing my daughter as "slutty", I would not assume they were complimenting her confidence. So while I do believe you were not intending anything negative with what you said, it may be that the use of that specific word wasn't the most effective way to express your point.
Thank you! That's exactly the vibe I got from it. Like, it's been a long time since we've all had normalcy, and now it's safer and it's summer and it's feeling like we can be out there enjoying the sunshine a little more. I kinda read the cover, and maybe even the title Solar Power, as being that sort of idea. Who knows, I could be wrong.
I love this comment so much. Ballpoint eyeliner. Mad, MAD respect.
I went to a Catholic high school and had a record for most dress code/uniform infractions. Often it was makeup related. Drew some stuff on my face regularly but ballpoint eyeliner is hardcore badass.
Yeah, I just pulled it up and I missed NRBQ, Sinead O'Connor, Natalie Merchant, Suzanne Vega and Buster Poindexter. Also, I mis-remembered the name of Betty Carter (I said Betty Wright in the 1st post). My bad. By way of apology, here she is covering I'm Wishing, from Snow White. Deep as an ocean and smooth as silk, y'all.
https://youtu.be/tqYyeYbHQEc
Oh damn - this is such a mighty cover, one of my favorites. And the album it's from, the Stay Awake compilation, is my most beloved listen and has been for many years. It is just phenomenal. Bonnie Raitt, Tom Waits, the Replacements, Michael Stipe, Sun Ra, Harry Nilsson, Los Lobos, Yma Sumac, Betty Wright, the Roches, Syd Straw, Ringo Starr (with horn accompaniment by Herb freakin' Alpert), Aaron Neville, Garth Hudson, Bill Frisell, James Taylor...this is off the top of my head and I know I'm missing somebody but top to bottom, this album is a whole, next-level journey to listen to. It was a Hal Willner joint so of course it was magical.
If anyone here hasn't yet heard it, I seriously recommend making it a priority. And thanks so much Maadlus for posting this song!
I gotta say, the way you described your insane passion for this music and this band was stellar. Very infectious writing! It almost made me want to put a Poison song on right this second (almost - sorry, I'm not a hair metal person, don't hate me!). I love a good real life music story and I really enjoyed reading this, thanks for posting it!
This was one of those songs that was easy to clown around to at parties and I have some fun memories of it for that reason. But yeah, as a piece of music it is cringetastic on many levels. Maybe a 5 for me because I can't flat out hate it as much as I wish I could.
Also, "yuppie overlords". Future potential band name. Claimed.
Got it...sorry for the confusion! It's just a nod to the fact that "a firm 6" is the sort of double entendre-based humor that would set the characters in that show to laughing in their very distinctive way. I realize that the explanation doesn't sound terribly funny, watching it might be funnier - or not, depending on your humor preferences!
Yay for the CH love, I am looking forward to listening to the new one properly over the weekend. They remain one of my favorite bands, and Neil Finn as a songwriter is on the same level as many of the greats in my book.
Favorite late career releases for me might be Johnny Cash's collaborations with Rick Rubin. American IV was the last one released while he was still alive IIRC, and it is so powerful and beautiful. Best thing he ever could have done at that stage of his life and such a testament to him and his talent.
No disrespect to Tom, but the premise that people might actively hate this song based on their dislike of Mike Love is incorrect, and I am Exhibit A.
I have loathed it from the first time I heard it, well before I was fully aware of Mike Love's terminal assholism. Living in Florida, my repulsion was magnified by the number of times I had to hear the damn thing, because it dwells in the same family of musical abominations as Escape (The Pina Colada Song) and the entire Jimmy Buffet catalog. For decades now, it rears its ugly head wherever tourists dwell. Go for a drink almost anywhere near the beach during season and it will eventually creep up on you like a grinning, razor-toothed monster of musical death, intent on stealing the last vestiges of joy from your soul.
So here's my Kokomo story.
I got married about a year and a half after this godawful song became number 1. Even though I do have functioning ovaries, I also hate wedding planning and so I tried to avoid that as much as I could, leaving the more excruciating details to my sister and mother. A band was hired. I did not care.
Until the reception, when I was being frogmarched around in a 90 pound gown in the middle of the freaking Florida summer by a photographer, to get the best outdoor shots before we lost the light (and got too drunk). As I am standing by the giant fountain, posing like a pissed off Macy's mannequin, I hear the band start a new tune through the open doors of the venue...KOKOMO.
I was livid, friends. LIVID. I immediately made a beeline for the bandstand yelling, "No Kokomo! No Kokomo!" The singer looked at me for a minute, still singing, to see if I was having some sort of episode that required medical attention. When I and my huge foofy dress finally made it up to her, I looked her dead in the eye and said, "This song stops now. No Kokomo!" Not today!" She waved the band to stop playing, looking quite unnerved, and the venue full of family and friends was also pretty weirded out - except for my sister, who was laughing maniacally in the corner, having engineered this song on the set list because she knew how I hated it to my very bones. While it was enraging in the moment, I must tip my hat. Well played, Sis. Very well played.
Somewhere in my mother's attic, there is a box from the photographer with unused proofs from the wedding shoot. And in those proofs is a shot of a beautiful fountain amd a handsome kilted man, obscured somewhat by a blur of fabric and permed hair that is about to vent the anger of a thousand suns at an unsuspecting wedding band singer.
So, I hate Mike Love now too, but I hate Kokomo on a molecular level, and I always have, trust and believe.
There were great performances from several people but the ones I remembered off the top of my head were Butch Walker, who was really fun & energetic, and Sean Ono Lennon who was heartfelt & beautiful. Most of it was excellent, really.
I watched this stream in full last night, and so much of it was more moving than I expected it to be. More than a few brilliant takes on these classic tunes, for sure. Why Tinted Windows chose an Iha song over any of the actual Adam Schlesinger material they could have used is baffling though. And please God, never let Courtney Love offer a "tribute" to anyone ever again after the tossed-off and tuneless way she massacred Hey Julie. Just, no no nopity freaking NOPE.
People gonna see the truth one of these days. Gritty's been playing y'all, putting on this whole "mascot" act, but when the time is right that all drops and no one will be safe. NO ONE.
Butter is great. No argument there. Gritty is...well I appreciate his essence but damn is he rough on the senses. You know how when you close your eyes and the image of the thing you last looked at lingers behind your eyelids for a second or two? Gritty lingers, man. He lingers waaay longer than I want him to.
First you post that awesome Mojo Nixon vid, and *then* you have to go and post this double-edged nightmare. Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Pick a side, man.
Stuart Murdoch? Does...does he even *have* a butt to grab? Scottish butts can be a lil bit scrawny. SOURCE: Am married to a Scotsman/know a lot of Scotsmen
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