He looks like Buddy Holly, but he calls himself Elvis. WTF?
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There are few greater verses in the history of popular lyricism than
“The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks”
The video was a hoot, too- Elvis beginning to have some fun. It also reminded me how long and strong the public loved Princess Diana and hated the rest of the royals.
He looks like Buddy Holly, he calls himself Elvis but he can’t sing worth shit. He sings more clinkers in this one video than either Elvis Presley or Buddy Holly sang in their entire careers. And his band sucks too. Robotic, and bad robots at hat.
I swear, digital pitch correction was invented to help fools like this get over.
Over and out…
Bugged Bunny
Are you unfamiliar with Prince Buster’s influence on British music after his 1967 BBC appearance? I mean, if you don’t like ska, rocksteady, or reggae, that’s fine, but to call it robotic is pretty ignorant. Even the minor key is borrowed from rocksteady.
The performance of the band is perfectly acceptable within the genre.
“…ska, rocksteady, or reggae?”
Lissen up, man. It’s about the music, not the form. There are lame jazz groups, too. Really lame. Almost as lame is this Elvis fool. Any really good Jamaican musician would be rolling on the floor laughing at this shit.
A Zen koan:
Obviously both to some degree, but good water in an unattractive or unfamiliar cup is still good water whereas sewage stinks in any kind of container.
This is sewage.
Packaging is not necessarily good music any more than a Big Mac is necessarily good food.
You been sold a bill of goods. Open your ears and turn off the mainstream media. Or is it the other way around?
Timothy Leary said “Turn on, tune in and drop out.”
He was close.
Listen, hear the reality of it and turn it the fuck off.
Marshall McLuhan said “The medium is the message.”
He was wrong on one important level. The medium…the media…have become the message. If they say it’s good and give it a lot of airplay, it’s good and if they say it’s bad or ignore it, it’s bad. And you bite every time.
You been had.
WTFU.
AG
My Lord, it must be painful for AG to live in a world where broad public support of Elvis Costello’s work has placed him in the pantheon of great songwriters. Or this is just his dislike of people enjoying themselves coming to the fore. Anyway, everybody needs to get off AG’s musical lawn, God love him.
For myself, Elvis’ first few albums got me through the misanthropic years when I Didn’t Understand The Wimmen. The pure, extremely clever adolescence of his lyrics and faux-angry delivery really nailed it for me. In retrospect, I’m glad his music was one of the things that consoled me as I matured in advance of my first serious relationship; I wasn’t near ready for a real relationship in my teens.
Later, I was able to appreciate to an even greater degree the talent of the Attractions. On the first few albums, it was easy to notice Steve Nieve’s extravagant keyplay; more recently, it’s been easier to appreciate the deeply inventive rhythmic and melodic bass figures laid down by Bruce Thomas.
I would love to get my hands on a CD of Get Happy; the memory of that album has warmed in my mind. My local music emporiums don’t have it, ever; I’ll have to enter the 21st Century and buy it the modern ways. Here, until then I’ll troll the living hell out of AG with the ice cold insanity of Chelsea:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMvI5OX6nUw
He wouldn’t survive a minute of Chelsea.
On another note, I was in the car yesterday listening to the local jazz station during their Big Band Hour, and they were trying to meld it with Oscars night, so they were playing arrangements that had been used in Oscar-winning movies.
My memory must be bad because I thought they said that the song there were going to play was from the film that won Best Picture in 1963, but I looked it up and Tom Jones won that year, which is not the film they mentioned.
In any case, they played Call Me Irresponsible by the Count Basie Orchestra, with Al Grey on trombone. Apparently, the movie featured a drunken Jackie Gleason singing the tune, but the vocals were not played on the radio.
That Al Grey could play.
Yes he could. And the Basie Band could play, too. And their singer Joe Williams cold sing. And jackie Gleason was more musical drunk than anybody in this Costello fool’s band sober.
AG
Google is my friend. The movie was Papa’s Delicate Condition and it won the Oscar in 1963 for Best Original Song.