Showing posts with label Bones Howe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bones Howe. Show all posts

Monday, August 4, 2008

August 04, 2008 Earworm


Two years and a few days ago, the earworm kicked off talking about White Whale singles: the second of which was "The Habit of Loving You" by Nino and April, their follow up to todays earworm, "All Strung Out". The drug metaphors in both singles are apt as both singles, once you get beyond the strangeness of them, are extremely addictive.

Nino once noted that it was Bones Howe who finally made sense of the many extremes that make up "All Strung Out" - the Spectorisms, the MOR backing vocals, the doo wop on a surfboard moment that ends the first chorus... - and to many, he didn't do that great of a job. But most naysayers do agree that the final product goes a long way in washing away the stench of "Deep Purple". But I'm not a naysayer and I find "Deep Purple" charming and I also think that the best thing about "All Strung Out" is its precariously balanced arrangement because love and addiction both put us in a situation where we're not on solid ground and are sometimes willing to accept less than top grade dosages if it will only quell our desires.

Like a good buzz, "All Strung Out" spread slowly across the country in 1966, peaking at different times and places but only making it as high as #26 on the big chart. I've not found a copy in too many record collections which makes me even more impressed when I find somebody who is actually holding.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

July 29, 2008 Earworm


For most, it's the harmonies; for me, it's all about the guitar. I'm not sure what that says about me since the harmonies offer romance so alluring that well lit silk sheets come to my mind, while the guitar is sexual coercion, opening the record with a pants dropping moment that would make Senator Kennedy proud. Maybe it's a perfect example of how differently men and women view the goal of seduction. In the end, it probably doesn't matter much: when you consider how busy things get and how little is said during the records final minute, it's safe to assume that every need is met.

Bones Howe's arrangement and production is as impeccable as always, showering our ears with pop through the soft focus of California sun and Dick and Don Addrisi's composition is miles away from their sophomoric date night ode to "Cherrystone", but one listen to The 5th Dimension's plodding version of this same song, again with Bones Howe in charge, proves that the warmth of "Never My Love" radiates from the mouths of boys in The Association.

But before we get too warm and fuzzy, consider that one verse ends with "with me" and the other with "on you"... I'm pretty sure that the guitar had plans from the very start.

'Sorry, Pat...