Finn’s soccer game was snowed out this morning. What would Jim Inhofe say?
It’s cold and gloomy, the kind of day when you don’t want to get out of bed, which is why I needed to play some stupid music and kick everything up a notch.
Enjoy.
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this one really got Finn dancing…
Regrets that I allowed myself to get trolled hard earlier today. Back to music which may or may not send Finn and you a’hoppin’:
For me, these syncopations and those brass fills make it happen…
LOVED me some Police back then. Art and funk and jazz and reggae and other genres tossed in some pop music Mixmaster:
We can see the overactive hand of an ’80’s record company publicity team at work here.
I have a strong memory of going to a bar at a Mexican restaurant on a Friday night and talking to a couple of women who were co-workers; the older one was helping the other get over a breakup. Said younger one got up on the karaoke stage after a few Long Islands and really put over “Livin’ On A Prayer.” Had that mic surrounded, she did.
Hay, I like that Cars song. It’s not stupid.
Well, stupid compared to this:
That Final Countdown song, though, that is delightfully stupid. So inappropriately earnest and urgent! Hey….
A song for all true Leftists:
And if you want to get completely away from anything relevant, or even modestly sane:
Reached #3 on the Billboard charts in 1966:
This one is brutal.
That phrasing-AH!
A slightly less painful option from the heartlanders:
not too cheery but beautiful
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The imbed worked, Brother.
Was my favorite single for a while, and it remains evocative:
Lyrics like “…for all the world like an urban toreador…” are trying very hard, but they are pretty good as well.
Not a fan of this genre at all, but sometimes I have to acknowledge a very good song and performance. Captures the zeitgeist of the era as well:
Jennifer Warnes could really belt it out.
For Arthur…
…and all other lovers of great improvisation.
Hey, it’s Saturday night!
Elton living the thug life.
Hey, it’s Saturday night…
I am really sorry about that. Didn’t want to do it; I felt I owed it to you.
Here’s a better place for me to leave it for now:
I heard these guys gave the very best live performances for a time.
Hard to predict “what” with any precision.
Not hard at all to predict it would be deeply stupid.
He’s a lot like climate change that way!