Friday, April 24, 2009

March 24, 2009 Earworm



While I'm in the first quarter of 1980 and as I come to the realization that I really need to keep better track of the days, I'll toss Paul McCartney and Wings' "Coming Up" for the Friday folly. I'll also add that Hilary started it just in case you're reaching for rocks.

It was Paul's seventh number one (3 weeks?!?) and the last one that is bearable. You may want to argue that last point but I remind you that his next two number one's were "Ebony and Ivory" and "Say, Say, Say". "Coming Up" is as dumb as a box of hair but a lot more fun but, since it's Friday, how much depth do you really want?

Thursday, April 23, 2009

April 23, 2009 Earworm



Always a little too ready to reach for her old copies of Song Hits magazine, Linda Ronstadt got a reputation for being a bit of a trash monger. With that aside, there can be no denying that she had a fantastic voice and, when applied to songs in which she was interested, she could own them just as well as her predecessors and, in the interest of fairness, many a fine songwriter benefited when she chose to interpret an unknown; just ask Warren Zevon, Andrew Gold, Billy Steinberg, and Mark Goldenberg.

Legend has it that Mick Jagger told Linda that she should stop soaking in balladry and try her hand at a harder sound and she responded with a decent cover of "Tumbling Dice" for the soundtrack to "FM". Her next album, "Living In The USA", continued the trend with its lead off single, a screaming version of Chuck Berry's "Back In The USA", and, perhaps to make a point, she cut off her hair. The album became the first in history to ship double platinum, sold just as many copies, and her roller skating get up on the cover was said to have increased interest in that pursuit as well. Still clutching her Motown songbook, the second single would be a cover of Smokey's "Ooh Baby Baby" that even Smokey can't deny as being anything but gorgeous.

Next up, an attempt at what was just beginning to be called New Wave with "Mad Love". Containing three Elvis Costello covers - she'd already tackled "Alison" on her last album, much to Costello's dismay - as well as three tracks from future Cretones ringleader, Mark Goldenberg, two oldies - "I Can't Let Go" and "Hurt So Bad" - and, for the first single, the rollicking "How Do I Make You", providing future "Like A Virgin" author Billy Steinberg with his first top ten hit. Reviews, as always, were mixed but most pointed to her take on Neil Young's overlooked "Look Out For My Love" as the best the album had to offer. This was not news to me as it had taken little more than two weeks to wear out the grooves on that particular spot on the album. Within a year, I went through three vinyl copies before letting finally letting it rest.

Over the years, my interest in Linda Ronstadt faded to little more than the occasional grasp for the upper reaches of the volume button whenever one of her older tracks hit the radio and her interests began to stray into areas of which I had little interest, making concept albums that didn't fit my particular concept at the time as well as some pretty wretched AOR records that make my teeth ache to this day. But I recently picked up a second hand copy of her greatest hits and found that it was like visiting with an old friend with whom you could complete each other's sentences. After buying the second volume of greatest hits, being shocked to find "Look Out For My Love" not included, and with my vinyl copy of "Mad Love" somehow lost over the years, I ordered a copy of it on cd. In retrospect, the album holds up just as well as many of those created by some of the female led New Wave acts that followed but, once again, I can't stop playing "Look Out For My Love". I think it is flawless.

April 22, 2009 Earworm



Put a good beat to bitchy condescension, judgment, and jealousy and you get "The Get Go" by New Young Pony Club. And, in this instance, it also got shortlisted for the 2007 Mercury Music but, perhaps proving our parents right about not having anything nice to say, they didn't win.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

April 21, 2009 Earworm



The weather in Atlanta has been so bizarre that I can't help but think that we're a small, head nodding, scene in b-grade sitcom that ends with a cliched "wom, wom, wommmm". The forecast suggests high winds in the afternoon with storms in the evening and, within minutes, the morning sun and a few potted plants get blown away by a puppy melting downfall and then, as I am closing the last window, the sun sticks out it's tongue and all is calm.

All of these mixed messages remind me of OMD's "Crush", right down to the horns. While I know we need the moisture, I still can't stand this rain and its dark irony.

Monday, April 20, 2009

April 20, 2009 Earworm



The 5th Dimension's take on "Stoned Soul Picnic" always makes me think of my grandmother's house and the smell of the freshly ironed shirts that her housekeeper deftly created while keeping one eye on her stories and the other on me as I broke a rule by touching my mom's stereo to play a song that brought us both relief from the heat. To my knowledge, we never got caught.