Wow, you know what needs to be resurrected right now, as in immediately? En Vogue’s “My Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It,” that’s what.
I don’t think I’ve heard this since 1992. And I’m sure back then I was probably listening to it at 2am not 2pm, but either way, it is sooo good.
Download it now, as in immediately, and crank it up LOUD.
30 years ago today John Hinckley, Jr. shot President Reagan to impress Jodie Foster. He wrote her this letter before doing so:
Over the past seven months I’ve left you dozens of poems, letters and love messages in the faint hope that you could develop an interest in me. Although we talked on the phone a couple of times I never had the nerve to simply approach you and introduce myself. […] the reason I’m going ahead with this attempt now is because I cannot wait any longer to impress you.
He called it “the greatest love offering in the history of the world.” I can’t stop wondering what he felt when he found out she was gay. I mean, that’s got to have affected him, no?
I’ve been thinking about other murder stories today. Here’s one of my favorites – because YOU JUST CAN’T MAKE THIS STUFF UP.
Years ago, a man named Auburn Hare was born in Arkansas. Even though I love that name, he preferred to go under the name Pat Hare. Go figure. Anyway, he was a crazy good blues guitarist and played on a ton of early Sun Records blues releases.
In 1954, he recorded “I’m Gonna Murder My Baby” and 8 years later he delivered his promise. And then he murdered the cop who investigated the killing. I mean if he didn’t want to get caught, he shouldn’t have recorded the song, right? Of course his friends described him as a quiet, unassuming man. Some things never change.
You can download the prophecy right here.
I posted the song to impress Jodie Foster. Does anyone have her email address so I can send it to her? Jeez, don’t get all wigged out! It’s just a little love offering.
Oh boy, I am so tired. I got only three hours of sleep last night and I’m operating on super low battery power.
In other news, this morning I saw a huge possum.
Perfect day for “Asleep” by The Smiths, no? Yes, it is.
I’m confused. And for once it has to do with work and not the other parts of my life. In a way, that’s kind of refreshing!
So, for the foreseeable future, I’m going to sing Jonathan Richman’s “I’m So Confused.” Well, at least till I am no longer feeling that way. Ready, set, go!
I’m so confused.
I’m so confused.
I’m so confused.
Join me, here.
Oh my, it’s 9p already. How did that happen?! I’ve been obsessed today with the idea of re-doing a room in my apartment to make it a functioning office and all I’ve done is look at desks today. Well, from the comfort of my home, with my big ole boot up, in between dozing on and off. But you get the idea.
As an aside, phone and email on silent all day is an amazing experience. I’m sure I’ll pay the price catching up when I turn them on in a moment, but I’m still putting all that off for a minute or two more so I can post today’s song before it becomes tomorrow’s song!
And of course it’s (very) vaguely furniture related – that is, if you consider a car furniture. I kind of do. And here in Margauxville we like loose interpretations.
Download “Warm Leatherette” here by The Normal. That’s the one you want. But some people like Grace Jones better. And I can respect that. Sometimes I do too. You can get that one here.
For those who are interested in my progress on the desk front…I didn’t solve it. Yet. But I will use every available brain cell space till I crack it.
“Fool” is such a great track by Neutral Milk Hotel, from back in the late ’90s. It seems so mysterious and evocative to me. I’ve always wondered why they didn’t have more commercial success, but I’m going to go with the fact that their name is so stupid.
But…I’ve barely typed that sentence and I’m already poking holes in that theory. You know why? Danger Mouse. Equally stupid name, but it doesn’t sound like it is because we’re used to it. Anyway, Danger Mouse, under the pseudonym Pelican City, sampled that great song later on for the song “The Fool.”
Go ahead – download both. I’m feeling super nice today. (Neutral Milk Hotel & Pelican City)
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With so much written over the years about the those wacky Wiggin sisters known as The Shaggs, I’m really not sure I have anything to add. Obviously “My Pal Foot-Foot” is the song of the day….see yesterday’s post for why. The short version is Foot Foot don’t live here no more.
Frank Zappa once called The Shaggs better than The Beatles and who am I to dispute Frank Zappa?! Download here. Don’t worry. I don’t think I’m going to subject you to 6 weeks of foot songs. But I can’t promise that just yet….
I’m too down right now to think of any song but the obvious. Well, the opposite of obvious. This boot isn’t made for walking at all….
Nancy Sinatra, you mock me. Download here and you can too.
Last night I was sitting in an office across the street from the office I should have been sitting in and boy am I happy. Not only was it lovely, with beautiful art and big ole windows, but this wonderful event occurred:
I had made myself at home in a pretty green chair and was prattling on and on and not letting my friend get any work done. All of a sudden, wafting in from the office next door was amazingness! At this point in the story, we should all take a moment to thank Jason, from whose office that wafting occurred, and be glad that he was listening to this very song, because now we all are able to do so as well. (Actually that’s the end of the story, so we kind of have to thank him at this point anyway.)
Life on Mars, as a concept, seems even more strange, more fantastic, more futuristic in Swedish than it does in English. Maybe that’s because I don’t speak Swedish. It’s kind of like Martian to me.
If you don’t believe me, download to Frida’s “Liv Pa Mars.” It’s so very wonderful. And, yes, it’s that Frida.
Bach’s “Mass in B Minor” is stunning from start to finish. Here is Kyrie (1). It’s so beautiful. The opening pretty much makes me cry every time I hear it.
Really, if this is what church was about, I’d be at Mass daily.
I realize I should have posted this yesterday, Bach’s 326th birthday, but think of it this way: I’ve given you a chance to practice forgiveness.
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