Showing posts with label Gary Zekley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gary Zekley. Show all posts

Monday, November 3, 2008

November 03, 2008 Earworm


Having been reprimanded for being a bit "over" the endless dissection of what the polls mean, what the candidate meant, and what they are or are not, I concede to the fact that it is quite amazing to see so many talking about so much. Still, with so many people talking, there's a lot who have obviously done no more than listen to what so and so said about this and that or worse, forwarding emails full of details that are obviously false without bothering to see if any of it is true. Is it really that difficult to download the Google tool bar? I mean, if you are that impressed with your candidate, wouldn't you know that he didn't spend twenty-two years in the military? Everyone is so busy "getting the word out" that they don't even bother to read.

I try to keep the idea that everyone wants what they think is best for their country, but it's become more and more apparent that it's not just children that should be seen and not heard. I'm referring to both sides of the aisle now because even I'm a little tired of Obama as the second coming.

The truth is, no matter who gets this E-ticket, it's going to be one crazy ride and it's not going to be easy to fix things while their hands are up in the air, trying not to scream. So strap yourself in and get over yourself, we're all in it together and I'm pretty sure that we're going to need everyone's help in fixing this rode hard and put up wet clusterfuck that is the United States of America.

Oh... the song of the day is "I'll Hold Out My Hand" by The Clique and even if you hate the idea of a clique, when one holds out it's hand to you, the least you can do is shake it. It's just common decency. And doesn't everyone think that they are a decent person?

Friday, October 24, 2008

October 24, 2008 Earworm



The Clique came from Austin, Texas, and were brought to the attention of the White Whale Records owners via a lawyer who happened to have an office in the same building. Under the production wing of sunshine-Meister Gary Zekley, they released a cover of Tommy James and The Shondells' "Sugar On Sunday", neither improving upon nor detracting from an already perfect album track. It must have done well in the Baltimore area because it was a 45 that I would see in the collection of every friend's parents, and my own. Already familiar with The Shondells' version, I took more of a shine to the flipside as most little boys encountering a song called "Superman" will.

Why this adenoidal treasure was relegated to b-side status at the height of the nasal propelled yummyyummyyummychewychewy era is a mystery but the song, if not the band, would be given its chance to fly with a cover by REM that neither improved upon nor detracted from the original. That it did not inspire me to tie a towel around my neck should not be held against it as I'd simply found other means of elevation by that time.

Have a super weekend.