Ween’s most successful attempt at a Country song … albeit in a hilariously profane way that only Ween could bring. Not safe for work or little ones.
Ween’s most successful attempt at a Country song … albeit in a hilariously profane way that only Ween could bring. Not safe for work or little ones.
Can we finally agree we’re ready to hear this? Yes, MJ was a talented performer, but he was a seriously, SERIOUSLY f–ked up individual. I know his death prompted some mixed reactions of people from my generation. Yes, his music was (and is) brilliant, but let’s not lose sight of the fact that this was a seriously screwed-up individual who, before he died, prompted nothing but snickers and eye-rolling from practically everyone I knew. Death doesn’t erase a lifetime of bad deeds (and there’s overwhelming evidence to suggest MJ committed a LOT of them), just as a lifetime of bad deeds doesn’t make someone a bad artist. Nuff said. Let’s move on.
In honor of Greg Prato’s recent un-putdownable Meat Puppets biography “Too High to Die,” here’s the song that Nirvana later made famous on their 1993 MTV Unplugged special. What a great song! And what a great bio Prato has written. Currently only available as a digital book through Amazon Kindle and Lulu.com, I guarantee you won’t be able to put it down. It’s that freakin’ good!!!!
Never realized my favorite song from 1979’s “Squeezing Out Sparks” actually had a music video. That’s cool. AND … you get to see Graham with this sunglasses off! Impression? Graham, you were wise to leave the glasses ON! Don’t get me wrong. You’re not a bad looking guy, but you kind of look like Corey Feldman. Very, very, very smart career move to leave the glasses on, even though your music would still be pretty bitchin’ if you decided to be in “License to Drive 2.”
The Milkmen’s greatest moment and an early parody (circa 1985) of mullet-culture. If you happen to find Philly accents awesome and/or hysterically funny, you should have a blast. There is a “joke” spoken in the opening interlude that probably would prompt lawsuits if released today. I take it as being in the context (and lexicon) of the people being lampooned. However, some may not see it that way.
This unusual, reggae-influenced pop-punk song about germophobia hit the Top 20 in Britain back in 1978. Back then, most people probably thought it was a clever satire. Today, many people consider being a germophobe a badge of honor. Ai-yi-yi! Yesterday’s satire becomes today’s “And your point is?”
Neneh Cherry (“Buffalo Stance”) recorded a brilliant cover of this that’s floating around out there.
One of John Williams’s best and in my opinion, most underrated scores. Composed for director Brian DePalma’s 1978 follow-up to “Carrie,” “The Fury” wasn’t as successful, which is probably why the score (and the film, for that matter) has either been forgotten or ignored. It’s on Netflix instant and is worth a look. Overall, I’d give the movie 3-stars. It’s DePalma at his best … and his worst. However, the ending is pretty spectacular and will either have you convulsing in hysterical laughter or running for the nearest toilet to hurl, depending on what a sick fool you are.
The theme song for Paul Schrader’s underrated and wonderfully bats–t crazy Freudian horror film from 1982, in its better original version recorded for the film. (There’s a remake on Bowie’s gazillion-selling 1983 album “Let’s Dance,” which is decent, but not as good as this one). Quentin Tarantino had the good taste to include this on the soundtrack for “Inglorious Basterds” during the scene where Shoshanna gets ready for a night of revenge.
A beautiful hymn to old Hollywood and the perils of fame and ambition. I’ve never been able to confirm if this song has ever been used during an Oscars night montage, but I would be dumbfounded if it hasn’t. If anyone knows when and if this was ever used, I’m all ears.
The English Social Distortion record this super-cool and rockin’ Kinks-Stones rave-up that would have been a huge hit had it been recorded/released twenty years earlier. Produced by the late, great Vic Maile.