Hello all, Happy Holidays, Merry Whatever! Thankfully the Xmas tunes never took over my brain this year, and for some reason the past few days I've been hearing some oddities from the '80s in my head. It started with hearing "Cars" on the radio, and thinking about what a weird song it is, which led to other weird ones. Then I heard a few of them in a movie, and, well, here we are.
Cars- Gary Numan
Released in the UK just before 1980, but I heard it in the US right at the start of the '80s, so it counts. Strange, techno, involving cars and isolation- very '80s. For some reason I can't embed this one, so you're going to have to go to the trouble of copying and pasting:
https://youtu.be/Ldyx3KHOFXw
Der Kommisar- Falco
Just plain weird, and German, and Cold War related. He also did "Rock Me Amadeus," another pretty damn odd song that was still a huge hit.
99 Luftballoons- Nena
I heard both versions on the radio, and always preferred the German one. And had a crush on Nena. Another Cold War song.
Puttin' On The Ritz- Taco
Strange and catchy, like all of these.
Walk Like An Egyptian- The Bangles
Yes, it was a huge hit and doesn't seem as weird now, but these were all hits, and all pretty bizarre when you get past the catchiness.
Monday, December 25, 2017
Sunday, June 25, 2017
I'm B.A.D.
Big Audio Dynamite grew from the Clash, one of my all-time favorites. I was never a huge fan of B.A.D., but their music lurked in the background of '90s pop culture, and I always enjoy hearing them.
The Bottom Line- "Pick yourself up of the floor / Don't know what you're waiting for"
E=MC2
Rush- Their #1 hit.
The Globe
The Bottom Line- "Pick yourself up of the floor / Don't know what you're waiting for"
E=MC2
Rush- Their #1 hit.
The Globe
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Songs in My Head
I haven't posted on here much lately; mainly posting to the Facebook page. We have a lot going on this year: Baby K is walking, talking a little, growing like crazy. We are sleep-deprived and busy. We have a few big trips coming up, a garden to tend, and heck, life in general is way more complicated (and less productive) when you have a kid.
It's been awhile since I put up a music post, so let's try to do a few. First up: J. Geils Band. The namesake of the band died recently, so there were tons of memorials, and I was reminded of how much I liked them as a kid. Yeah, a kid: they were big in the '70s and '80s. Great music, guitar-driven but also spiced up with harmonica.
Whammer Jammer- here's that harmonica, courtesy of "Magic Dick."
Musta Got Lost- this thing got so much airplay, and still does on classic rock stations. A decent song, with an outrageous intro.
Love Stinks- before I knew what love was, I knew it sucked sometimes, thanks to songs like this.
Freeze Frame- a later one, MTV-era.
Centerfold- my adolescent mind loved this, but picked up on the angst, too.
It's been awhile since I put up a music post, so let's try to do a few. First up: J. Geils Band. The namesake of the band died recently, so there were tons of memorials, and I was reminded of how much I liked them as a kid. Yeah, a kid: they were big in the '70s and '80s. Great music, guitar-driven but also spiced up with harmonica.
Whammer Jammer- here's that harmonica, courtesy of "Magic Dick."
Musta Got Lost- this thing got so much airplay, and still does on classic rock stations. A decent song, with an outrageous intro.
Love Stinks- before I knew what love was, I knew it sucked sometimes, thanks to songs like this.
Freeze Frame- a later one, MTV-era.
Centerfold- my adolescent mind loved this, but picked up on the angst, too.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Savannah and Points South
Baby K just took her first flight, and it went fine. Well, except for the puke at the end.
We had never intended to go to Florida, but a friend's wedding changed that. The wedding was later cancelled but we were left with tickets we pretty much had to use or lose, so we went anyway, but spent as little time in Florida as possible. Sweetie and I had been wanting to go to Savannah and it was only a couple of hours away by car, so we figured we'd go there instead, playing things by ear when we landed. Speaking of ears, we weren't sure how Baby K would deal with flying, so we were ready to get off at the first layover in Charlotte, or change plans on the Florida end.
The flights were fine. Baby K didn't have ear trouble, due to luck and carefully timed breastfeeding, and she loved the flights. All kinds of new things and people to see, and touch. She was amused and amazed by the overhead air vents, and on the ground she liked watching the baggage handlers. Grandmas seated nearby were helpful, and no one seemed bothered by the baby noises. The puke incident was surprising, but we were semi-prepared and she was not put out by it at all. We had just fed her peas (those little pouches are so handy,) and hit a few bumps on the descent. She just spewed the peas back out like a garden hose, getting them all over us. Wipes to the rescue. Luckily we had extra clothes. I should also say that our little umbrella stroller was very handy and a big hit with Baby K, with mommy pushing, anyway.
We ended up getting one of the last hotel rooms in Savannah. There were several events in town, and it's not a huge place, so we had to wing it. Our room turned out to be perfect, though, and was a great base for trips into the city. Savannah is warm, shady, and laidback. We walked the neighborhoods and parks, visited a few bookstores, of course, and ate. I made a trip to an air museum while everyone else napped, but we didn't have time for any more museums. We'll be going back for those, and perhaps a trip to Tybee Island, or maybe Hilton Head.
When we had to leave, we headed south reluctantly. Jacksonville held nothing of interest to us. We got a nice hotel near the airport, and again during a nap I made a sprint to St. Augustine. A cool old city, but incredibly touristy, and I was not sad to leave. Our flights back went well, again, with Baby K either sleeping or making friends. We were glad to get home, but we'll be back to Savannah, and avoid Florida.
We had never intended to go to Florida, but a friend's wedding changed that. The wedding was later cancelled but we were left with tickets we pretty much had to use or lose, so we went anyway, but spent as little time in Florida as possible. Sweetie and I had been wanting to go to Savannah and it was only a couple of hours away by car, so we figured we'd go there instead, playing things by ear when we landed. Speaking of ears, we weren't sure how Baby K would deal with flying, so we were ready to get off at the first layover in Charlotte, or change plans on the Florida end.
The flights were fine. Baby K didn't have ear trouble, due to luck and carefully timed breastfeeding, and she loved the flights. All kinds of new things and people to see, and touch. She was amused and amazed by the overhead air vents, and on the ground she liked watching the baggage handlers. Grandmas seated nearby were helpful, and no one seemed bothered by the baby noises. The puke incident was surprising, but we were semi-prepared and she was not put out by it at all. We had just fed her peas (those little pouches are so handy,) and hit a few bumps on the descent. She just spewed the peas back out like a garden hose, getting them all over us. Wipes to the rescue. Luckily we had extra clothes. I should also say that our little umbrella stroller was very handy and a big hit with Baby K, with mommy pushing, anyway.
We ended up getting one of the last hotel rooms in Savannah. There were several events in town, and it's not a huge place, so we had to wing it. Our room turned out to be perfect, though, and was a great base for trips into the city. Savannah is warm, shady, and laidback. We walked the neighborhoods and parks, visited a few bookstores, of course, and ate. I made a trip to an air museum while everyone else napped, but we didn't have time for any more museums. We'll be going back for those, and perhaps a trip to Tybee Island, or maybe Hilton Head.
When we had to leave, we headed south reluctantly. Jacksonville held nothing of interest to us. We got a nice hotel near the airport, and again during a nap I made a sprint to St. Augustine. A cool old city, but incredibly touristy, and I was not sad to leave. Our flights back went well, again, with Baby K either sleeping or making friends. We were glad to get home, but we'll be back to Savannah, and avoid Florida.
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