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@my1000bestsongs
Who would have thought that this song would be so much more relevant NOW in the time of Snapchat and Vines and Youtube Channels and reality TV than when it was first released more than 30 years ago? Man, that was even before people had Camcorders. Psychics!
My freshman year of college, my friend Jenny tried to get me into The Queen is Dead and frankly, Mr Shankly I wasnāt buying it. I thought it was so corny? Cemetery Gates? I can smile about it now, but at the time it was terrible. It wasnāt until a few months later when I discovered Louder Than BombsĀ that everything started to click.
Wow, I finally managed 100 songs. Only 900 more to go...
My preliminary pick for Song of the Summer, 2016. Submitted for your approval.
Weāve really got to quit meeting like this.Ā
So 2016 is really shaping up to be the year that music died, huh? When I left my house for a few short hours this fateful Thursday, I never guessed that Iād return home to find the interweb awash in a sea of purple tears that has barely subsided 3 weeks later. I rode the wave awhile, reading the tearful testimonials most (almost all?) of my FB friends posted and watched hours of live performances and oddball interviews heād given over the years. I quickly realized my own sadness didnāt rate high enough on the superfan scale of sorrow to throw my own voice into the mix at the time, so I held off a while. So here we are.
Itās not that I donāt love Prince, I do. The first cassingle (google it) I ever bought was actually a Prince song (ehh?), but the song was Batdance (ehh...) so I donāt know how much that counts. I know that I picked one of the most obvious Prince songs out there, but we have a little bit of personal history together so it seems warranted. In the days of myspace, my roommates and I threw a basement dance party at our new house. The soundtrack was a playlist that I carefully curated for days leading up to the party, spread over 10 disks. The mix had a pretty good flow for straddling decades of genres and styles, with lesser-known stuff sandwiched in by heavy hitters. It all seemed to be pretty well-received until a few hours in, when a stuck disk-changer (yes, really) followed by the misstep of "Reelingā by PJ Harvey momentarily cleared the dance floor and the whole party started to move upstairs. One quick skip ahead, and the opening echo of "Dearly Belovedā brought everyone running back. It saved the party! THE POWER OF PRINCE!
Dedicated to the suspended campaign of Jeb(!) Bush. Smell yah later, holmes.
In grade school I played on a little league team. Our games were Saturday mornings, and my Dad would drive me early for the warm-up practice before the rest of the family showed up at game time. Riding alone with him those mornings are some of the only times I remember being with just him. Normally weād stop for a sausage mcmuffin on our way, and my forever-nervous stomach would barely allow me to choke down a few bites before I'd pass the rest to him.
My Dad was the first music aficionado I knew in life. The Stones, Zeppelin, Floyd, and Hendrix; the soundtrack of my childhood was classic rock. In the car he listened almost exclusively to Chicagoās 105.9 WCKG, and somehow these mornings together, weād almost always catch David Bowieās āSpace Oddity.ā In my head, it kind of became "our song." Despite being a mediocre player at best, the last thing my dad would say to me before I got out of the car was āGive āem hell, kidā and give me a little knock in the shoulder.
I lost my Dad exactly 27 years ago this day, on January 12, 1989. I was just 11 then, and even though now Iāve lived more years of my life without him than with him, hearing āSpace Oddityā has always made me feel that he was still close, just floating a little bit beyond the clouds while I manned ground control at home. So, thank you for that David Bowie. Iāll be forever grateful for this amazing connection youāve afforded me all these years. Miss you, Dad. xoxo
When Michael Jackson died, my friend Kim made a video of herself dancing to this song in her kitchen. She said it was the first time sheād ever heard it. It was a lot better than this video.
I guess I should continue the narrative? Okay, why not. So in 2008, I moved to L.A.. My car died on the side of a mountain in the Colorado Rockies on the drive there, the movers broke half my shit, the first night staying in my new overpriced apartment I watched a dude shoot up just feet outside my window, and my cat was sad. Plus the whole experience basically broke me, financially. It was a super lonely time, and not because I was living alone for the first time ever and in a new city. I just instantly regretted everything and felt like Iād dug myself into a hole Iād never get out of. During that time, I found this song.Ā Sometimes on weekends, Iād MAKE myself leave my house and walk loops through Elysian Park listening to this album on repeat on my shitty old ipod. Bittersweet.
Remember when Vincent Gallo was selling his semen on the internet for a million dollars? What happened to that poor dude?
Labor Day weekend of 2008, my friends and I drove to the Michigan Dunes to spend the last weekend of summer together on the beach.Ā
Earlier in the week, Iād flown to LA for a job interview without telling anyone. Iād just gotten out of an 8 year relationship with someone, and even though I loved my job, there was never going to be any chance to move up the ladder there. I felt a little bit lost, and I thought a big change might shake things up. I wanted to drive to work everyday with the windows down and the music loud. I accepted the job and agreed to start just a few weeks later.
I drove home from the beach with my one of my best friends, Katie, and finally came clean that Iād accepted the job and would be moving across the country. We talked and cried in stand-still traffic for the next few hours, and listened to this song on repeat the whole way home. I love this song, the first piano bars give me goose bumps, but now--years later--itāsĀ really difficult to listen to. It takes me back to that time, man. Bittersweet.
Guys, can we just agree that regardless of everything that is happening with Bill Cosby right now, we wonāt let all that shit ruin the incredible legacy of The Cosby Show? Has there ever been a tv show more culturally important for black families? And white families? And families in general? And sitcoms in general? And comedy as a whole?Ā
Okay fine, Iāll out myself as a super-fan. I can quote entire episodes. I dressed as Theoās Gordon Gartrell shirt attempt for Halloween one year. I may or may not have tried to change my dog Victorās name to Lamont Goldfish for the first week or two that we had him (it didnāt stick). In short, this show means the world to me and despite the plethora of differences that existed between my family and theirs (and not just the obvious, I grew up modestly in a Chicago suburb with a single mom and just one sister) I always identified with The Cosbys. IT WAS BECAUSE OF THE LOVE THEY HAD FOR EACH OTHER AND THE HUMOR THEY USED TO OVERCOME ALL THE OBSTACLES. Sure, now, if I think too hard about the fact that Cosby wrote himself onto the show as a gynecologist (of all things) it kinda skeeves me out a little bit. But overall, I think The Cosby Show is probably culturally one of the most important things to emerge in my lifetime.Ā
This song was, of course, in one of the most well-known episodes where the family lip-syncs for the grandparents on their anniversary. They took an already iconic song, and elevated it to a whole new level. Thereās a whole generation of people that canāt hear this song WITHOUT picturing Rudy screaming theĀ ābabyā part. Tell me Iām wrong. Also, did you know that Grandpa Huxtable was the voice of Panthro on Thundercats?
Is it crazy that one of my favorite things about this song is the weird woodpecker drumming sound that repeats throughout? (Also, I just had to google what that pecking sound woodpeckers make is called. Most websites seemed to settle on drumming, although one called itĀ āa staccato rollā which sounds pretty rad too.) Everything about this song seems urgent, and I love it.
In another life, I was Creative Director for a company that produced large-scale cancer fundraising events. One of our events was called The Underwear Affair, a 10K run/5K walk in your underwear benefiting below-the-waist cancers.
My creative partner and I inherited the third-year event with the bogus taglineĀ āDrop Everything -- Including Your Pantsā and a boring identity revolving around a static logo of boxer shorts and the colors royal blue and golden rod (ok, blue and yellow). We took a cue from the people that actually participated in the event and injected it with cheeky humor (New tagline: Help Bring Awareness to Down There-ness), a little bit of fun, a little bit of sexiness, and flooded it with color.Ā
When it came time to record the radio ads, I wanted some old school soul music with soaring horns to run behind it. I was thinking something like this song. But for some reason the Sound Producer we were working with kept dropping in all this generic gay disco music. You know that terrible canned-funk that inspires frat guys to wear afro wigs and do the Pulp Fiction dance? We ended up somewhere in the middle with the ad, but honestly THIS SONG. Man. Is there a more-prefect song from start to finish? Why canāt music sound like this anymore?Ā
Narcis:Ā āHave you never seen the movieĀ āNobody Kiss Meā with Drew Barrymore? This song itās in the movie.ā
(Iām having this conversation for the 5th time.)
I download a lot of music. Stuff I read about, stuff I hear playing somewhere, stuff people recommend. Then I listen to all my recently added stuff in iTunes and delete most of it. Songs I like find their way into aptly titled playlists likeĀ āJune 2014.ā Songs I really like find their way into a few.Ā
This is a song Iāve been kicking around playlists for awhile. I like it. I have no idea where it came from. Today I woke up with it in my head, and looked up the video. What? Who is this young white nerd? What is this video? Iāve listened to this song probably 20+ times over the last year, and althoughĀ Iām not exactly sure what preconceived notions I had about the person singing it--it was definitely none of these things. And heās friends with Animal Collective? No words.
Once I bought this on 45 (that's those little records, kids) at a thrift shop, and my boyfriend and I listened to it over and over and decided that it was our song. It's a pretty epic anthem. Do couples still have songs?
I don't understand why X isn't more famous than they are. I know a lot of people who are "into music" who don't know anything about them.Ā