Archive | August, 2011

Love To Love You Baby

10 Aug

Occasionally on Margauxville, I post a song that I’m pretty sure everyone in the world must know, but that I just love and am thinking about.  Add August 10th to that list, but with a twist.  “Love To Love You Baby” by Donna Summer is today’s song, but in its nearly 17 minute, 12″ version.  Appropriate for the subject matter, methinks.

In 1975, LaDonna (her real first name) came to producer extraordinaire Giorgio Moroder with the lyric and a rough idea of the song.  Moroder was getting more and more into the disco sound and envisioned this as a dance track with orgasmic moans laid on top.  Thank God.  Donna, however, felt a little weird about that.  Finally she was convinced to record it as a demo to sell to someone else to re-record.  When it was done, Moroder luckily convinced her to release it.

Enter Casablanca Records President Neil Bogart.  He said he’d release it if they came up with a mega-size version.  And thus was born the version here.  Such a different era of the record industry.  Imagine demanding a nearly 20 minute track exist before a label agreeing to put it out these days.  “Love to Love You Baby” was a massive hit – her first.  Of course with the release also came controversy.  Stations banned it and she was often condemned in the media.  Time Magazine even counted the number of orgasms in the song.  (22)

I am constantly glad that dance clubs like Studio 54, cocaine and lots of scantily clad men (and women) won out and that disco reigned supreme.  But this song should come with a warning.  Be careful when you download it.  Play it just three times and you’ve nearly lost an hour.


Good Morning

8 Aug

My commute this AM

My day started off in the best way possible.  I took the ferry to work for the first time and I am still, all these hours later, stunned at how much of a difference it made on my mood.  One of my co-workers told me about it and when I reported in today saying I had done it, she asked,

“How alive do you feel?”


My need for proximity to water is like an umbilical cord that is still attached.  I’m happiest at the beach and except for a few years over which I’ve had no control, I’ve lived an arm’s length from a body of water my entire life.

I don’t love all water though.  I love The Atlantic best of all.  I love other oceans and seas next.  Then I love rivers.  Bathtubs fand pools are probably tied.  I like a good sprinkler.  But ponds and lakes…gross.  No thank you.

It is with great love that I share Charles Trenet’s classic “La Mer.”  Supposedly he wrote it in 10 minutes on toilet paper from the train he was riding.  Oh, and the train was going alongside The Mediterranean.  That’s a body of water that deserves such a song.  I’m not sure if I entirely believe the story about how he wrote it, but having experienced the coarseness of French toilet paper, I don’t discount that this was possible either.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do the ferry every day.  By the time I left work tonight, it had already stopped running.  But I’m going to try to do this at least a couple of times a week.  It’s beyond awesome.  And I love remembering that New York is one of my top two favorite islands.


Spread the Word!

7 Aug

For the next few hours, I’m all about unity and compassion.  These traits will disappear promptly at 11:59p, but until then I am channeling Yvonne Daniels and her 1971 recording “Spread the Word.”

I would love to actually write a normal length post and tell you all about this almost unknown singer, but, alas, she is actually pretty unknown. I know nothing beyond the fact that she recorded some singles for De-Lite Records, seems to be from New York and is probably not the Chicago-based DJ of the same name.  The only important thing I know about her is that she has a killer, almost psychotic delivery on this song.

I’ve been pretty taken with this single today.  So much so that I’m almost thinking I should delay the expiry of my love-the-word feelings and have this be my theme song for the coming week.



Saturday Night Dance Party

6 Aug

If yesterday’s post was the perfect song for a Friday, well here’s the perfect song for a Saturday night:  “Do I Sad?” by Geneva Jacuzzi.  Her music confounds me because I can’t decide if it sounds totally like the future or completely like the past.  Maybe that means it’s just right for today.

So while it reminds me of something I might have once blasted while getting ready to go out, late, after a disco nap, it also is what I am listening to right now, when going out couldn’t be further from my mind.

This is no doubt the shortest post in the history of Margauxville, which may make you very pleased or somewhat disappointed.  Thankfully “Do I Sad?” will fit your mood either way.



5 Aug

Friday!  Am I right or am I right?

If you’re getting ready to slide down the dinosaur’s tail, here is the absolutely perfect song to get you ready for your weekend:  “W.O.R.K.” by Bow Wow Wow.  And, oddly, even if you have the best job in the universe and want to work through the weekend, it will still somehow get you in the mood for that too.  Just ignore the words!

Once again, we need to look up to the heavens and thank Malcolm McLaren.  He put together Bow Wow Wow by convincing members of Adam & The Ants to leave and form a new band.  And then he hired 14 year old Anabella Lwin as the lead singer.  Genius move.

He had her artistically photographed nude – gorgeously recreating Manet’s “Le déjeuner sur l’herbe.”  Of course because she was 14, Scotland Yard got involved.  Malcolm promptly promised that he wouldn’t promote his lead singer as a “sex kitten” and Bow Wow Wow was allowed to leave the country and go on tour.  Ah, for the good old days. These days this picture would just be labeled “NSFW”….which is another reason to dowload “W.O.R.K.” right now and blast it!


Evil Grows in Cracks and Holes

4 Aug

I listen to AM newsradio when I get dressed in the morning and the first thing I heard today was a man saying,

“I want to go so I can stare at the face of a madman.”

It was someone being interviewed about why he was going to the arraignment of Levi Aron, the guy who allegedly dismembered 8 year old Leiby Kietzy.   Even though I’m fascinated by murders and murderers, I cannot imagine going to a courtroom to see a stranger be arraigned just to get a glimpse of a crazy person.

Evil comes in  many packages and some of them are alluring.  Not Levi Aron – he’s just Creepy with a capital “c.”  But the Ted Bundy’s of the world…well now you’re talking.   “Where Evil Grows” by The Poppy Family captures this perfectly.  It is a pretty amazing song. It’s so poppy (no pun intended) but the lyrics couldn’t be less pop.  It reminds me of the opening of Blue Velvet and the perfect white picket fence and roses that ultimately are anything but perfect.

The Poppy Family were husband and wife Terry and Susan Jacks.  They divorced a couple of years after this song and the next year Terry had a massive hit with the god-awful “Seasons in the Sun.”  Now if this isn’t proof that Terry Jacks  knows something about being evil, well I don’t know what is.  You know what they say.  The Devil is a shapeshifter… I’m on to you, Terry Jacks.


Hooked on 3 Feelings

3 Aug

I spent a good part of this evening with a Swede.  That’s not that odd because I do know a fair amount of of them, but it never fails that whenever I spend any time at all with any Swede, at least once during the visit, the 1970s group Blue Swede pops into my head.

And then I wonder…which is weirder:  the fact that every one of  Blue Swede’s hits were cover versions of other band’s hits or that their biggest hit, their version of B.J. Thomas’ “Hooked on a Feeling,” was not only a cover but the weird “Ouga Chaka” background vocal thing was itself “borrowed” from yet another cover version, by Jonathan King?


But Blue Swede ain’t got nothing on Jonathan King as far as weird goes.  And Lord knows B.J. “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head” Thomas isn’t weird.  No, as far as weird is concerned, I need to stick with Jonathan King.

He wrote “Everyone’s Gone to the Moon” when he was still in college.  He went on to produce (and name!) Genesis, run Decca Records (twice!), recorded nearly 20 chart hits between 1965-1979 under various names, was imprisoned for sexually molesting 5 teenage boys and most recently released a film called Me, Me, Me.


His story is so much better than the three versions of “Hooked on a Feeling,” combined.  Maybe what is weirdest here is that now you have three versions of “Hooked on a Feeling” when you may not even want a single one.

Ouga Chaka indeed.