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</div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-11962365933014507682009-12-27T06:36:00.000-05:002009-12-27T06:36:00.621-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (7)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqq44eArBw5znOVnAECL_8CZ4VW1XbRVPthX7EsGrXfWANyaw-LN50P0txN78JXq8WjuixNdCIhHeFrASifCGoy5dms8KqbWE8hWUSOn_yok_DkiNyzKVd8LIp83pkObtR1YxhGPf9gA7/s1600-h/emersonlake369846.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCY4IkGgWcSKUrwrtv1Gj_LzkWNruDvBrT6D01gMK1nPmQmRXGOHFPJvCSs66I0J2TQuvATFEyAtEQTkn06bDbU6n4tK55q0LoeBbHvKxSa7NuoduefHH7O7x6GkbjoCxFbgk0r6J1G70h/s1600-h/Greg+Lake+lake.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCY4IkGgWcSKUrwrtv1Gj_LzkWNruDvBrT6D01gMK1nPmQmRXGOHFPJvCSs66I0J2TQuvATFEyAtEQTkn06bDbU6n4tK55q0LoeBbHvKxSa7NuoduefHH7O7x6GkbjoCxFbgk0r6J1G70h/s400/Greg+Lake+lake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417765306136811378" /></a>For our last "unusual" Christmas rock tune we go back to 1974 when Greg Lake took a break from buddies Emerson and Palmer to record a song he'd written protesting the commercialism of Christmas.<div><br /></div><div><i>I Believe In Father Christmas</i> was apparently misinterpreted as being anti-religious and Lake was surprised by it's success. The song shot to #2 in 1975 and is Lake's only hit solo release.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqq44eArBw5znOVnAECL_8CZ4VW1XbRVPthX7EsGrXfWANyaw-LN50P0txN78JXq8WjuixNdCIhHeFrASifCGoy5dms8KqbWE8hWUSOn_yok_DkiNyzKVd8LIp83pkObtR1YxhGPf9gA7/s400/emersonlake369846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417765310013774594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>ELP later recorded the song for their 1977 album Works Volume II. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqOfXumI18A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqOfXumI18A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><center><span class="txt_1" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="KonaBody"><div id="div_customCSS"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They said there'll be snow at Christmas </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They said there'll be peace on Earth</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But instead it just kept on raining</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I remember one Christmas morning</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); 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"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They sold me a d</span></span><span style=" font-weight: normal; position: static; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="kLink" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: orange; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- width: auto !important; float: none !important; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; position: static; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ream</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span id="preLoadWrap3" class="preLoadWrap" style="position: relative; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> of Christmas</span></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They sold me a Silent Night</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And they told me a fairy story</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'Till I believed in the Israelite</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And I believed in Father Christmas</span></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And I looked at the sky with excited eyes</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And I saw him and through his disguise</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wish you a hopeful Christmas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wish you a brave New Year</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All anguish pain and sadness</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Leave your heart and let your road be clear</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They said there'll be snow at Christmas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They said there'll be peace on Earth</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Christmas you get you deserve.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">La la la la la la la la la la....</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div></span></center></span>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-76067334554522315782009-12-26T06:53:00.000-05:002009-12-26T06:53:00.253-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (6)<div style="text-align: left;">Well, I hope everyone had a great Christmas and got all the CDs you were asking for! We conclude our week of unusual rock Christmas tunes today with what has become a modern day classic.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSlJo863HLFsaA10UJZGKsNScG8rxecqRN3BgquC4a5O0WiktvjRF7Edf90feZCvvtf8t52Jnp1fLJ3C-a9vNxeWyhaK10sLe0wx3r67UMnJRrBJ-fa0ccbY0WUPSHPzGI4PJAKQ1IRa_/s400/0002190,happy-christmas-(war-is-over)-(en.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415979477257084242" /></div><div><br /></div><div>In 1971, John Lennon and Yoko Ono recorded <i>Happy Xmas (War Is Over)</i>. The song was intended as a protest against the Vietnam war but has become a Christmas standard. Countless musicians have covered the song. But I like the original.</div><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hb2YSAVHmIE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hb2YSAVHmIE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So this is Christmas<br />And what have you done<br />Another year over<br />And a new one just begun<br />Ans so this is Christmas<br />I hope you have fun<br />The near and the dear one<br />The old and the young<br /><br />A very merry Christmas<br />And a happy New Year<br />Let's hope it's a good one<br />Without any fear<br />And so this is Christmas<br />For weak and for strong<br />For rich and the poor ones<br />The world is so wrong<br />And so happy Christmas<br />For black and for white<br />For yellow and red ones<br />Let's stop all the fight<br />A very merry Christmas<br />And a happy New Year<br />Let's hope it's a good one<br />Without any fear<br />And so this is Christmas<br />And what have we done<br />Another year over<br />And a new one just begun<br />Ans so this is Christmas<br />I hope you have fun<br />The near and the dear one<br />The old and the young<br />A very merry Christmas<br />And a happy New Year<br />Let's hope it's a good one<br />Without any fear<br />War is over over<br />If you want it<br />War is over<br />Now... </span></span>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-11608040783298184152009-12-25T06:58:00.001-05:002009-12-25T06:58:00.508-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (5)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Merry Christmas! I just had to include this song from U2 this week and today seemed like the most appropriate day to do it. <i>Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)</i> was co-written by Phil Spector and originally sung by Darlene Love in 1963. It had been intended for Ronnie Spector of the Ronettes.<div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKX0rcN36YY2PQKPYLdIfl1LQRoNa06sjd3OCu247fWbVTLtcwywb4EDs5i4w-auTA4zR0Icg_nKkU17I_6-Tvh6uE4R-KNiFYjWomury8i4gRdAaAWi8RqiylQnSeuXpQJMynQ3bv4wi/s400/191230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415980936976049122" /><div><br /></div><div>U2's version was released in 1987 after having been recorded at a sound check in Glasgow, Scotland during their Joshua Tree tour. It was later included on the compilation album <i>A Very Special Christmas</i>, with Darlene Love providing backing vocals. </div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiSPNaQNGOY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiSPNaQNGOY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's Christmas ... baby, please come home<br />Yeah<br /><br />The snow's comin' down / Christmas<br />I'm watchin' it fall / Christmas<br />Lots of people around / Christmas<br />Baby, please come home<br /><br />The church bells in town / Christmas<br />They're ringin' a song / Christmas<br />What a happy sound / Christmas<br />Baby, please come home<br /><br />They're singin' 'Deck the Halls'<br />But it's not like Christmas at all<br />I remember when you were here<br />And all the fun we had last year<br /><br />Pretty lights on the tree / Christmas<br />I'm watchin' 'em shine / Christmas<br />You should be here with me / Christmas<br />Baby, please come home<br />Baby, please come home<br />Baby, please come home<br /><br />They're singin' 'Deck the Halls'<br />But it's not like Christmas at all<br />I remember when you were here<br />And all the fun we had last year<br /><br />If there was a way / Christmas<br />I'd hold back these tears / Christmas<br />But it's Christmas day / Christmas<br />Baby, please come home / Christmas<br />Home / Christmas<br /><br />Baby, please come home / Christmas<br />Baby, please come home / Christmas<br />Baby, please come home / Christmas<br />Home / Christmas<br /><br />Baby, please come home / Christmas </span><br /></span></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-8102783746634037152009-12-24T06:41:00.000-05:002009-12-24T06:41:00.447-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (4)<div style="text-align: left;">Well it's Christmas Eve and what better unusual Christmas rock song to profile than <i>2000 Miles</i> by Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders. The song was released in November of 1983, followed by inclusion on the group's third album <i>Learning to Crawl</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5te-btmCg3FTVXOc5atbT6J_7alqc-JeScvTpix0p8zeUjaO3jPvoyhzJZ7w0st9UdE8MRlws38X6LGNJDO5httj4x30SHB5W-XLfujStZdwSR0TEoDIbK7iiFBoTrjlNjxBzjlIGjDve/s400/chrissie_hynde_2003470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415971511740612018" /><div><br /></div><div>The album was aptly titled. The group had seen considerable shake up following the drug deaths of two members. Here's a live performnce of the song from the mid 90s.<div><br /></div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0InMwNDFDVw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0InMwNDFDVw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(160, 82, 45); white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He's gone,<br />2000 miles,<br />Is very far.<br />The snows falling down.<br />It's colder day by day.<br />I miss you.<br />The children were singing,<br />He'll be back at Christmas time.<br />And these frozen and silent nights,<br />Sometimes in a dream,<br />You appear.<br />Outside under the purple sky,<br />Diamonds in the snow,<br />Sparkle.<br />Our hearts were singing,<br />It felt like Christmas time.<br />2000 miles.<br />Is very far through the snow<br />I'll think of you<br />Wherever you go.<br />He's gone,<br />2000 miles,<br />Is very far.<br />The snows falling down,<br />It's colder day by day.<br />I miss you.<br />I can hear people singing,<br />It must be Christmas time.<br />I hear people singing,<br />It must be Christmas time.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:monospace, serif;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-2291380732683604892009-12-23T06:51:00.000-05:002009-12-23T06:51:00.224-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (3)<div style="text-align: left;">Our third unusual Christmas rock song is one of the first I recall hearing that wasn't by Bing Crosby, Dean Martin or Elvis or some such artist. <i>Little Saint Nick</i> by the Beach Boys was released in 1963 at the height of their popularity, when I was 11 years old. I thought it was pretty cool. Written by Brian Wilson and Mike Love, the song borrows heavily from their hit <i>Little Deuce Coupe</i>.</div><div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTNJj5keKCtwliI_-FpQJ1PJf5hnr5LgYWlJlsus7jlxgls0l8Rj4u2qzqLjxi-NN7r3PGMusBBwAeNAqQRoCZzILmHd60g-VWedNeUC3nD1wNqeMyYld02Zu7b6MdnvPFGLJqEA3Y6Wj/s400/BeachBoysChristmas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415966541943539362" /></div><div><br /></div><div>The song was re-recorded in 1964 for release on The Beach Boys Christmas Album.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mm9K8WnOMQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mm9K8WnOMQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><p align="left" style="padding-left: 10px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oooooooo<br />Merry Christmas Saint Nick<br />Christmas comes this time each year<br />Oooooooo oooooooo<br />Well, way up north where the air gets cold<br />There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been told<br />And a real famous cat all dressed up in red<br />And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled<br />It's the little Saint Nick<br />Ooooo, little Saint Nick<br />It's the little Saint Nick<br />Ooooo, little Saint Nick<br />Just a little bobsled we call it old Saint Nick<br />But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick<br />She's candy-apple red with a ski for a wheel<br />And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel<br />It's the little Saint Nick<br />Ooooo, little Saint Nick<br />It's the little Saint Nick<br />Ooooo, little Saint Nick<br />Run run reindeer<br />Run run reindeer<br />Whoaa<br />Run run reindeer<br />Run run reindeer<br />He don't miss no one<br />And haulin' through the snow at a frightenin' speed<br />With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead<br />He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies<br />And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise<br />It's the little Saint Nick<br />Ooooo, little Saint Nick<br />It's the little Saint Nick<br />Ooooo, little Saint Nick<br />Ahhhhhh<br />Oooooooo<br />Merry Christmas Saint Nick<br />Christmas comes this time each year<br />Ahhhhhh<br />Oooooooo<br />Merry Christmas Saint Nick<br />Christmas comes this time each year<br />Ahhhhhh<br />Oooooooo<br />Merry Christmas Saint Nick<br />Christmas comes this time each year<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p></span></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-22807506764155731832009-12-22T06:30:00.000-05:002009-12-22T06:30:01.275-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (2)<div style="text-align: left;">Welcome to Day 2 of our week long look at unusual Christmas rock songs. Today's tune comes from a favourite artist of mine - Chris Rea. <i>Driving Home For Christmas</i> was one of two new tracks on the compilation album <i>New Light Through Old Windows</i>, released in 1988.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzBnq3LFy9E7CYsphfFTS5SeLyrGiwNAW5x8efLYHuzbTIoZOwD5nDWwm642DCYFOcnZgyJM6U68oIm-qLSXigdVWyxt3z5_cj2xiVpOCbKwkfOVWkSIJrrvqIYVLV0nS88WaiKc0cVb1/s400/Cancer-Nearly-Killed-Me-Saved-Me-Chris-Rea-Reveals-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415955879793845266" /></div><div><br /></div><div>When first released, the song reached #53 on the UK charts. Re-released in 2007, the song hit #33, the first time it had cracked the UK Top 40.<br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/THcbQyFtCqg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/THcbQyFtCqg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving home for Christmas</span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh, I can't wait to see those faces </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm driving home for Christmas, yea </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well I'm moving down that line </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And it's been so long </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But I will be there I sing this song </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">To pass the time away </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving in my car </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving home for Christmas </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's gonna take some time </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But I'll get there </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Top to toe in tail-lights </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh, I got red lights on the run </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But soon there'll be a freeway </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Get my feet on holy ground </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So I sing for you </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Though you can't hear me </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I get through </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And feel you near me </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am driving home for Christmas </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving home for Christmas </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">With a thousand memories </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I take look at the driver next to me </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He's just the same </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just the same </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Top to toe in tail-lights </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh, I got red lights on the run</span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I'm driving home for Christmas, yea </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Get my feet on holy ground </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So I sing for you </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Though you can't hear me </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When I get trough </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And feel you near me </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving in my car </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving home for Christmas </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Driving home for Christmas </span></div><div id="content" class="lyrictxt" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; background-image: url(http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/txtstripes.gif); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">With a thousand memories</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:130%;color:#474747;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div id="branding" class="translate" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; font: normal normal bold 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "></div></span></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-53201291341699220962009-12-21T06:53:00.001-05:002009-12-21T06:53:00.139-05:00Unusual Rock and Roll Christmas Songs (1)<div style="text-align: left;">Welcome to Christmas week at <b><i>dufusdownbeat</i></b>. This week, in the days leading up to Christmas, I thought I'd post every day and share with you some of my favourite not-so traditional Christmas songs from the world of rock and roll.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyYpENRHhIOmXUaGoOPZUkmepfSPzW5DIheAS7WDPtpiygHoweCZ_73MHXY0hgHajGWnWd4J33pAkUpdAcPwkFb9mzHG0YfUjn6Qs4raXntLzoRKg3g6Jo9DELNnSfJrCW8iLaScUUpd4/s400/fairytale-of-new-york.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415948633040470754" /><br />First up is <i>Fairytale of New York</i> from the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl. Released in early December 1987 it hit #1 in Ireland and #2 in Britain. The song comes from the album <i>If I Should Fall From Grace With God</i>. I love this song. It was voted Best Christmas Song Ever 3 years in a row from 2004 through 2006 in polls sponsored by VH1 UK.<br /><br /><br /><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrAwK9juhhY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrAwK9juhhY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was christmas eve babe <br />In the drunk tank <br />An old man said to me: won't see another one <br />And then they sang a song <br />The rare old mountain dew <br />I turned my face away and dreamed about you <br />Got on a lucky one <br />Came in eighteen to one <br />I´ve got a feeling <br />This year´s for me and you <br />So happy christmas <br />I love you baby <br />I can see a better time <br />Where all our dreams come true. <br /><br />They got cars big as bars <br />They got rivers of gold <br />But the wind goes right through you <br />It´s no place for the old <br />When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve <br />You promised me broadway was waiting for me <br />You were handsome you were pretty <br />Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more <br />Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing <br />We kissed on a corner <br />Then danced through the night. <br /><br />And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay <br />And the bells were ringing out for christmas day. <br /><br />You´re a bum you´re a punk <br />You´re an old slut on junk <br />Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed <br />You scumbag you maggot <br />You cheap lousy faggot <br />Happy christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last. <br /><br />And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay <br />And the bells were ringing out <br />For christmas day. <br /><br />I could have been someone <br />Well so could anyone <br />You took my dreams from me <br />When I first found you <br />I kept them with me babe <br />I put them with my own <br />Can´t make it out alone <br />I´ve built my dreams around you <br /><br />And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay <br />And the bells are ringing out <br />For christmas day.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-53043611813181541242009-12-19T06:55:00.002-05:002009-12-19T07:28:10.818-05:00Off Beat - Tell Laura I Love Her<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsU8-7X8gvEzwHi1lSd9MGAwp_Sw1jy6ouV7pUzIBLTmFyZKVUpQhLqiBgReNj7hO_45EuEr6hwdGN9fRVhE14yGWTEsVD2N7gIZGO4GmKEx47ptNfhAvCEPz8bsg3bx1xod96MOioCFy/s1600-h/xinsrc_94f31fbe50814ca9b7b51f5feabca3f5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsU8-7X8gvEzwHi1lSd9MGAwp_Sw1jy6ouV7pUzIBLTmFyZKVUpQhLqiBgReNj7hO_45EuEr6hwdGN9fRVhE14yGWTEsVD2N7gIZGO4GmKEx47ptNfhAvCEPz8bsg3bx1xod96MOioCFy/s400/xinsrc_94f31fbe50814ca9b7b51f5feabca3f5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414728982045316434" /></a><br />Earlier this week, while showcasing <i>Leader of the Pack</i>, we talked about the musical genre of "death discs". There's no better example than <i><b>Tell Laura I Love Her</b></i>. Singer Ray Peterson had an American hit with the tune in 1960, while Ricky Valence took it to #1 in the UK later the same year.<div><br /></div><div>Ray Peterson's claim to fame prior to 1960 was a little song called <i>The Wonder of You</i>, later made popular by Elvis. Following "Laura" Peterson had something of a hit with <i>Corrina, Corrina</i> but his popularity never really matched that associated with his death disc.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here' Sha-Na-Na takes "Laura" for a spin...<br /><div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9gjCdDu90s&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9gjCdDu90s&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Laura and Tommy were lovers<br />He wanted to give her everything<br />Flowers, presents, but most of all, a wedding ring<br /><br />He saw a sign for a stock car race<br />A thousand dollar prize it read<br />He couldn't get Laura on the phone<br />So to her mother, Tommy said<br /><br />Tell Laura I love her<br />Tell Laura I need her<br />Tell Laura I may be late<br />I've something to do, that cannot wait<br /><br />He drove his car to the racing grounds<br />He was the youngest driver there<br />The crowed roared as they started the race<br />Around the track they drove at a deadly pace<br /><br />No one knows what happened that day<br />Or how his car overturned in flames<br />But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck<br />With his dying breath, they heard him say<br /><br />Tell Laura I love her<br />Tell Laura I need her<br />Tell Laura not to cry<br />My love for her will never die<br /><br />Now in the chapel where Laura prays<br />For her poor Tommy, who passed away<br />It was just for Laura he lived and died<br />Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry</span><br /></span></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-56633102927858780182009-12-17T06:35:00.001-05:002009-12-17T06:35:00.331-05:00Please Mr. Postman<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNrnRTUM5oU4G6nLibSYTPJ-HuiLrdk9hL7RNLXwGPMeslORie4oCbbyZolkHjFxG-WvnbA-uRtT2-vfJvpXZ03WyNZ4-hbijd9j9iI_KznWtGeZIU6aqHUEFYVY2svnlK2YDui-aiIP6/s1600-h/Marvelettes-please-mr-postman.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4r5BnbDcVh6TjlUiksDZ0_LM0ZOuN5uMnE_s1T4MpxIpz2kuAacCvXjILFlYW6k9VcfSDA3q6p1R65sBSsXLjPX20rW78YA7h6orjC4vLOYMw4VV23mOAS4KUY8fwyHgPGqA3H-kD5hJC/s1600-h/The_Marvelettes_48f65883e1115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4r5BnbDcVh6TjlUiksDZ0_LM0ZOuN5uMnE_s1T4MpxIpz2kuAacCvXjILFlYW6k9VcfSDA3q6p1R65sBSsXLjPX20rW78YA7h6orjC4vLOYMw4VV23mOAS4KUY8fwyHgPGqA3H-kD5hJC/s400/The_Marvelettes_48f65883e1115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414721803795048674" /></a><br />Some might think it was originally performed by the Beatles in 1963 or by the Carpenters in 1975, but it was the girl group the Marvelettes who first had a hit with Please Mr. Postman in 1961. While there's some discrepancy over the writing credits for the tune, the one constant in the various versions include Brian Holland of Motown's hit-making team Holland-Dozier-Holland.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNrnRTUM5oU4G6nLibSYTPJ-HuiLrdk9hL7RNLXwGPMeslORie4oCbbyZolkHjFxG-WvnbA-uRtT2-vfJvpXZ03WyNZ4-hbijd9j9iI_KznWtGeZIU6aqHUEFYVY2svnlK2YDui-aiIP6/s400/Marvelettes-please-mr-postman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414721808130836562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>Legend has it that the instrumentation in the studio was provided by Motown session players known as the Funk Brothers, which included Marvin Gaye on drums.</div><div><br /></div><div>The song put the Marvelettes on the charts and gave Motown it's first #1 hit, paving the way for their more popular successor, the Supremes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nuEY6fQgzk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nuEY6fQgzk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-83273586911837312432009-12-15T06:27:00.001-05:002009-12-15T06:27:00.887-05:00Leader Of The Pack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGosedTA7WBpAq3oiWuwJf29p1zV9SeW4dvvQfH4m9lOuvKrZ9zikIdSrOQkjtX2GXkGE8igYKuk8UQeYekUIw1P-XMyn41hnUC4QTcGhcqieCQzqZQfI95rncBMPc66ZgpcftU4i0Yn0/s1600-h/early-shot-4.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGosedTA7WBpAq3oiWuwJf29p1zV9SeW4dvvQfH4m9lOuvKrZ9zikIdSrOQkjtX2GXkGE8igYKuk8UQeYekUIw1P-XMyn41hnUC4QTcGhcqieCQzqZQfI95rncBMPc66ZgpcftU4i0Yn0/s400/early-shot-4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414702737944101026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBfX29IBLhHT7mf5u6JZZcQKhBuyD08vyxbudMozrNyQmBud9ELQ5UPEh4bU3_k3kTVdKT_p69tiVvSlIKuXdFeDrV1jzgdVk02kDglYO1sQ1J6GebPIwRfoOJHTFsxJLEhzVGhh2OJLW/s1600-h/early-shot-2.gif"></a>One genre dufusdownbeat has sadly slighted is Girl Groups. Well, this week we rectify that.<div><br /></div><div>The Shangri-Las formed in Queen's New York in 1963 and was made of of two sets of sisters: 14 year-old lead singer Mary Weiss and her 17 year-old sister Betty, and back up singers and identical twins Marge and Mary Ann Ganser, 16 years of age. While they recorded as a quartet, they often toured as a trio because Betty didn't like to tour.</div><div><br /></div><div>In late 1964, the Shangri-Las were looking for a follow-up to their recent hit <i>Remember (Walking In The Sand)</i>. They found it with something called <i>Leader of the Pack</i>. The song is among the pantheon of a genre referred to as the "dead disc" and includes such songs as <i>Dead Man's Curve</i> by Jan and Dean, <i>Tell Laura I Lover Her</i> by Ray Peterson, and the Cavaliers <i>Last Kiss</i>. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBfX29IBLhHT7mf5u6JZZcQKhBuyD08vyxbudMozrNyQmBud9ELQ5UPEh4bU3_k3kTVdKT_p69tiVvSlIKuXdFeDrV1jzgdVk02kDglYO1sQ1J6GebPIwRfoOJHTFsxJLEhzVGhh2OJLW/s400/early-shot-2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414702734836902450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 279px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The group issued one original album, lasted a couple of years and at the height of their success toured with the Beatles, James Brown, Dusty Springfield and the Zombies.</div><div><br /></div><div>The following clip is from Steve Allen's The Tonight Show with a cameo from Robert Goulet.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FxSM88H-G4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FxSM88H-G4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-693199651916938692009-12-12T06:55:00.001-05:002009-12-12T07:31:54.046-05:00Off Beat - You Don't Bring Me Flowers<div style="text-align: left; ">Here's an amazing performance of a song with an amazing history.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBPb7zFaU6jfE_C7x_Ha0iDeCJeL8mlwCAnNG1kLIdXkQdoi3n-Qn9eqNxc9RtYsOm4MWY5VtZOLyOO7PtL6iQXzAD9oZvnej9vIipEoLdsrpBGArzBGJRgAyiDf16pN_GzmYZrurd5N9j/s400/200px-YDBMF_single.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412171120723104434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 201px; " /><div><br /></div><div><i>You Don't Bring Me Flowers</i> was originally intended as a theme song for a Norman Lear television show. It never came to be, but Neil Diamond came across the tune, added a couple of verses and put it out in 1977. Around the same time Barbara Streisand released a version of the same song. A radio Program Director in Louisville Kentucky combined the two versions and began airing the "virtual" duet. The song was so popular Diamond and Streisand recorded the real thing and it shot to #1.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4nlVXeYVldzjPZJc_f73zvtJ1CdMZ027Qmi0BuGERQVHA311EC7sXoqmlkhdmWGhJwBi1YT-ccKJ3-zTqZUBwitmyFUN2L6xf-sEHhMLFW3a_1Ip7w3kdA0p3xoLw9SVxrdrYRSygGJz/s400/The+Ukulele+Orchestra+of+Great+Britain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412171116527717234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 230px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>While the Diamond/Streisand version is the definitive one - although it's a little too syrupy for my tastes - my favourite performance of the song has got to be by the <b>Ukulele </b><b>Orchestra of Great Britain</b>. If you enjoy this bit, look up the UOGB on You Tube. You won't be disappointed. They're a hoot. Their performances of <i>Shaft</i> and <i>Teen Spirit</i>, for example, are a riot.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ba1e9GkI4c&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ba1e9GkI4c&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-54904125976432900432009-12-10T07:02:00.000-05:002009-12-10T07:02:00.419-05:00Sub-Rosa Subway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpos9SFD7TIXfK5ySHN0xEDMi0SfCjvKnnd0jGZNCFK2XQL8JZINRCkbQygkC7Jrd2pGYF0V3YZhoIADBj6ZCfCBrCOWYT2ehPT2oAZK5BJ9z5jSqdj7FJwZuQ8gguO-IgGDCPiY2_Lle/s1600-h/Klaatu.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpos9SFD7TIXfK5ySHN0xEDMi0SfCjvKnnd0jGZNCFK2XQL8JZINRCkbQygkC7Jrd2pGYF0V3YZhoIADBj6ZCfCBrCOWYT2ehPT2oAZK5BJ9z5jSqdj7FJwZuQ8gguO-IgGDCPiY2_Lle/s400/Klaatu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469608450126194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuNZj2Lg3Ll394WZHndMLlkN2w31MlzOj0YjcxAAzsdnn4N7jJGkQo-PVsyAUPIkukYCNR5TUzaK_8eNumvEVvZu_yfU4lzitlP3Py96ilDI0NxtSwZZirSQ0ngWNTq4ooLGyU3Cefjfl/s1600-h/klaatu3a.jpg"></a>In the mid 70s, as FM radio was coming into it's own in Canada, there was a song getting a lot of airplay that many listeners thought was the new disc by the Beatles. <i>Sub-Rosa Subway</i> had a Beatlesque sound to it and the vocals were dead ringers for John Lennon and Paul McCartney.<div><br /></div><div>The song was about Alfred Ely Beach, the man responsible for building the New York city subway system. But the group wasn't England's Beatles. In reality it was Canada's Klaatu, a progressive rock trio formed in Toronto in 1973. The group was named after the extraterrestrial in the film <b>The Day the Earth Stood Still</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuNZj2Lg3Ll394WZHndMLlkN2w31MlzOj0YjcxAAzsdnn4N7jJGkQo-PVsyAUPIkukYCNR5TUzaK_8eNumvEVvZu_yfU4lzitlP3Py96ilDI0NxtSwZZirSQ0ngWNTq4ooLGyU3Cefjfl/s400/klaatu3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411469600060557314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 345px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Their most famous song was <i>Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft</i>, a version if which was covered by the Carpenters in 1977. "Occupants", to some degree, from their first album <i>3:47 EST</i> and particularly the song <i>Sub-Rosa Subway</i> gave rise to rumours the Beatles had reformed and recorded new music. Alas, it was not to be. Klaatu disbanded around 1982.</div><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-pEFqDrR3U&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-pEFqDrR3U&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-55290141698357674622009-12-08T06:58:00.002-05:002009-12-08T06:58:00.388-05:00Eve Of Destruction<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifidDCCT068uCv_C9ea8KSsmwgNwho4PnJSE6QQkaYf-vnxljNiDYzrDHgmlKsZAWR_r93mEDa-tUm4PywLTQHqVnCECvKbUa-LaFhQQJJyw4t-iGtGBGNgzyp2KzCh4ysa75UGoJ_8BZb/s1600-h/album-eve-of-destruction.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHajiOIgnHSvUhhOE7qO5AFFqTpEimFz2vVHLgrCVbtQp29OeUCLKYNTcmq2Q2K4z0BU3n8Ya2I0zmKopXI9TVMgIKwrUY3NWgvLQaNEyhV200ckvju_cd9SCch4Wn5m3wIhQFOUPwHh4h/s1600-h/3297168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHajiOIgnHSvUhhOE7qO5AFFqTpEimFz2vVHLgrCVbtQp29OeUCLKYNTcmq2Q2K4z0BU3n8Ya2I0zmKopXI9TVMgIKwrUY3NWgvLQaNEyhV200ckvju_cd9SCch4Wn5m3wIhQFOUPwHh4h/s400/3297168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411485091167545778" /></a><br />For a 13 year old living in Canada the Viet Nam war was not something top of mind for me. But I was into music and in 1965 a guy named Barry McGuire began to climb the charts with a tune called <i>Eve of Destruction</i>. <div><br /></div><div>The song was everywhere. It was on the radio. My buds and I used to sing it. And McGuire performed it on every television music show beamed into my rec room.</div><div><br /></div><div>McGuire was a member of the New Christy Minstrels, an American folk-singing outfit, and had co-written their hit <i>Green, Green</i>. He left the group in 1965, laid down the vocal track to the P.F. Sloan written <i>Eve of Destruction</i> and before the record producers had a chance to clean the track up it was leaked and started to get airplay.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifidDCCT068uCv_C9ea8KSsmwgNwho4PnJSE6QQkaYf-vnxljNiDYzrDHgmlKsZAWR_r93mEDa-tUm4PywLTQHqVnCECvKbUa-LaFhQQJJyw4t-iGtGBGNgzyp2KzCh4ysa75UGoJ_8BZb/s400/album-eve-of-destruction.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411485091634757234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>McGuire was fortunate. The song was first offered to the Byrds, who turned it down.</div><div><br /></div><div>Funnily enough, in the 70s McGuire became a born-again Christian and for the longest time refused to sing the song again. In the 60s, however, it was the anthem of a generation.<br /><br /><div><object width="420" height="339"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xqklb"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xqklb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xqklb">Barry McGuire - Eve Of Destruction</a></b><br /><i>par <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/scootaway">scootaway</a></i></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-47959302251481046982009-12-05T06:57:00.003-05:002009-12-05T06:57:00.211-05:00Off Beat - I'm Fed Up<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju45zgGVTO_ozIgzEAkJdgGYQXb2SRNA50D6wD7h2MACuR5-QNkFinCHlJK_wyr4GSv0R_mKKKGH1KZ23pqT2NneAuLOJ_1lbLi32DHM397TlK4HUXnDtDOkaCEcjC5wTiEMxfB-vUj8u_/s1600/alizee6.jpg"></a>I don't know what this is, who Alizee is, how she ever got to be as popular as she is, and why she doesn't seem to own any regular clothes. But the whole package made me laugh. The lip-syncing, the lyrics, the little nymph/Lolita act...well you get the picture. And, hey, It's a catchy tune!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju45zgGVTO_ozIgzEAkJdgGYQXb2SRNA50D6wD7h2MACuR5-QNkFinCHlJK_wyr4GSv0R_mKKKGH1KZ23pqT2NneAuLOJ_1lbLi32DHM397TlK4HUXnDtDOkaCEcjC5wTiEMxfB-vUj8u_/s400/alizee6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409555514227387170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Alizee is from France and apparently she's had quite the international hit with <i>I'm Fed Up</i>. Here she sings the French version (with subtitles), <i>J'en ai marre. </i>Boy,<i> </i>I love the French people.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfSYeXPQaQI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfSYeXPQaQI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: nowrap; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;">Bubbles and water<br />Legs up for hours<br />My goldfish is under me<br />To bathe for hours<br />Makes my mouth water<br />I’m “foamely” ecstatic<br /><br />It’s not a problem<br />I lazy ‘round<br />Bubbly and stubborn<br />I lazy ‘round<br />Melon and water<br />Is just a dream<br />It makes me wonder<br />Is it a “sin” ?<br /><br />Bubbles and water<br />Legs up for hours<br />“Bombs”, you keep away from me!<br />Today lying low<br />Twisting up my toes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span>I swim in such harmony<br />So what bothers me:<br /><br />Chorus :<br />I’m fed up with loneliness<br />With my uncle overstressed<br />Fumbling, crawling for something<br />That never shows, just a dream.<br />I’m fed up with creeps crying<br />Over the past, such a sin<br />Not to be cool, but a fool<br />If I could mess up their rules.<br />I’m fed up with your complaints<br />Baby, well I’m not a saint!<br />Fed up with the rain, the plane…<br />That makes me throw up again.<br />I’m fed up with all cynics<br />Bathing caps and all critics<br />I’m fed up with being<br />fed up! Poor me !<br /><br />Bubbles and water<br />Legs up for hours<br />My goldfish still under me!<br />Delight of pleasures<br />Aquatic treasures<br />A place out of misery, my fantasy</span>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-73954582809654707912009-12-03T07:15:00.002-05:002009-12-03T07:15:00.080-05:00White Bird<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-XWU0BfEXlQbuXOCskqcshVovlE2IFeEr-qhMAD0xQij7kigpCEASd2Jcaiu163cUPxSSv0T1KszBxjRcTEOorlYM-HHjr3ryHieq1r4OkUeTtMPcoGvECuKttnL__arkQSL4kYmodKd/s1600/3953224718_50e7f31c9e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-XWU0BfEXlQbuXOCskqcshVovlE2IFeEr-qhMAD0xQij7kigpCEASd2Jcaiu163cUPxSSv0T1KszBxjRcTEOorlYM-HHjr3ryHieq1r4OkUeTtMPcoGvECuKttnL__arkQSL4kYmodKd/s400/3953224718_50e7f31c9e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409549633432726242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19qAoF4d1qVVAUnpXdJikfq9RMDfyUAjzeA2T1mUk7NzcRHK9ZN81JL61a1kNd1FgGnMntnj_x44VbXB4dSbVVIOBI3oZpgSKZ2o52ipgGZr6-sPv2sJiTiJ2eCOwssAtulMLk3scga-_/s1600/its.jpg"></a><b>It's A Beautiful Day</b> formed in 1967 in San Francisco. They achieved moderate success but nowhere near the popularity of some of their "summer of love" contemporaries. <div><br /></div><div>Their leader, David LaFlamme, had been a violin soloist with the Utah Symphony Orchestra<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19qAoF4d1qVVAUnpXdJikfq9RMDfyUAjzeA2T1mUk7NzcRHK9ZN81JL61a1kNd1FgGnMntnj_x44VbXB4dSbVVIOBI3oZpgSKZ2o52ipgGZr6-sPv2sJiTiJ2eCOwssAtulMLk3scga-_/s400/its.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409549631090289074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 351px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Their best known song, <i>White Bird</i>, comes from their self-titled initial album, released in 1969. And it demonstrates the group's unique approach to music, a catchy fusion of rock, jazz, folk and classical genres. The group split up in 1974.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TbA_TZn35LA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TbA_TZn35LA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-91101263900675545302009-12-01T06:39:00.000-05:002009-12-01T06:39:00.224-05:00Hang On Sloopy<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsWqsg2Ra85nN4H2DaLJAE9ZXT1aGQezELgvBFIWWx4B7oj-r7XprdS5adNxKa8kHrZfeW0EgaorgnP9QMKCtxfNTwdpMph9NLWCC9rmWYfYPi76hvezHpRDC0bmBcP6UrFjkuAwFvsFL/s1600/16842.jpg"><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaav9yVanc-6mkXiWxzeUX9KSjk1IT3Hj8knGBPzA11SRZqm92t4BZMtq6huMi8hEbaL-aK_k17d3ZbrpgjOetoW8dk3MuFoL19ci-z2lofR6uNDjETCp5OL16txp9K5ZRJqMr4erofDa/s1600/The+McCoys+Hang+On+Sloopy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 377px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaav9yVanc-6mkXiWxzeUX9KSjk1IT3Hj8knGBPzA11SRZqm92t4BZMtq6huMi8hEbaL-aK_k17d3ZbrpgjOetoW8dk3MuFoL19ci-z2lofR6uNDjETCp5OL16txp9K5ZRJqMr4erofDa/s400/The+McCoys+Hang+On+Sloopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409543314485416610" /></a><br />In the mid 60s, a group called the Strangeloves were riding high with a song called <a href="http://dufusdownbeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-candy.html">I Want Candy</a>. They'd been touring with the Dave Clark Five and had been playing a tune called <i>Hang On Sloopy</i>. The Dave Clark Five liked it so much they were about to record it. But the Strangeloves had other ideas. They gave it to an outfit called Rick and the Raiders, led by 17 year-old Rick Zehringer - later known as Rick Derringer - and they put it out under the name of The McCoys. In October 1965, it hit #1.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKdSQqXtuvpT0Tz1zeKuelQGv4KF3EyWHlFwdAvXqf9NZTpDzMa48AFXEctpSf8Qs7Pxn8gkSUc9L33_rdolBPRBfMi-a0UtiwfixMYTXL2_lQcoRFqTP5IjGquCJD47jsJyBZz3Ezazs/s400/rick-derringer-mccoys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409543317259693682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>Of course Derringer went on to play with the Johnny and Edgar Winter bands, had a decent solo career marked by the hit Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo and has been an in-demand session guitarist, perhaps most notably with Steely Dan.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsWqsg2Ra85nN4H2DaLJAE9ZXT1aGQezELgvBFIWWx4B7oj-r7XprdS5adNxKa8kHrZfeW0EgaorgnP9QMKCtxfNTwdpMph9NLWCC9rmWYfYPi76hvezHpRDC0bmBcP6UrFjkuAwFvsFL/s400/16842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409543322347066274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 352px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The song has since been adopted as the football fighting song of Ohio State University. And it's played at home games of the Cincinnati Bengals, the Cleveland Browns, Cavaliers and Indians, not to mention the Columbus Blue Jackets.</div><div><br /></div><div>In 1985, the Ohio General Assembly designated Hang On Sloopy as the official rock song of Ohio.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gi1WXYHHc2s&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gi1WXYHHc2s&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-56467558386528346582009-11-28T06:54:00.003-05:002009-11-28T06:54:00.674-05:00Off Beat - You've Never Even Called Me By My Name<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFn0-u6jPHam2mKKom21h3l7fDs4D9bG_ukIpnvV4rELhXQBXr-oXiIXc1gXaerYALUsIznEILmn4iaQVb-0ID_aep9E9UDSfutA27UdXS8DQMG1bqcecgSTuuq8tAGhLWyvl3F9WIB5R0/s1600/goodman.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisj637taxLpIFse-NBj0kkk8jEKAVKyuWhhcv0VZSR15scg1fTztLksXSOEqqDffjnVyk3QYWhQWkNjPBn23a8I2syXMHbcp4vWvFmH4_zJkTvSIVHeu-uHMPZbQJ-GNSnrbxRRVLu-AUp/s1600/lilsteve.JPG.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisj637taxLpIFse-NBj0kkk8jEKAVKyuWhhcv0VZSR15scg1fTztLksXSOEqqDffjnVyk3QYWhQWkNjPBn23a8I2syXMHbcp4vWvFmH4_zJkTvSIVHeu-uHMPZbQJ-GNSnrbxRRVLu-AUp/s400/lilsteve.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407602129825788642" /></a><br />I've long been a fan of Steve Goodman and was saddened by the songwriter's death in 1984 at the age of 36 of leukemia. He had a way with words and a sharp wit, evidenced by his self-given nickname late in his life of "Cool Hand Leuk".<div><br /></div><div>In the early 70s Goodman was performing at a Chicago bar, opening for Kris Kristofferson. Kristofferson was so impressed he introduced him to Paul Anka who brought him to New York and produced some demos which resulted in his signing with Buddha Records.</div><div><br /></div><div>Goodman has written many songs for other people. For example, Arlo Guthrie had a hit with City of New Orleans. And David Allan Cole had a hit with one of my favourite Goodman tunes <i>You've Never Even Called Me By My Name,</i> a witty poke at country music and...love.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFn0-u6jPHam2mKKom21h3l7fDs4D9bG_ukIpnvV4rELhXQBXr-oXiIXc1gXaerYALUsIznEILmn4iaQVb-0ID_aep9E9UDSfutA27UdXS8DQMG1bqcecgSTuuq8tAGhLWyvl3F9WIB5R0/s400/goodman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407602135126702194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The song was co-written by another of my favourite songwriters - John Prine, although Prine refused to be listed as the song's co-writer. As the story goes, Goodman bought Prine a jukebox with his royalties.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here's the non co-writer, singing the song he wrote with Steve Goodman...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ap-GLcEixs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ap-GLcEixs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><br />And if you were wondering about the Steve Goodman version, here's a bonus...<div><br /></div><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw1TABbGyfc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw1TABbGyfc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, Courier;font-size:13px;"><p><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You Never Even Call Me By My Name<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(AKA The Perfect Country & Western Song)</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">©Steve Goodman and [although he won't admit it] John Prine)</span></i></b></p><p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(as sung by Steve Goodman in London, Aug 8, 1976)</span></i></p><blockquote><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[spoken] </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is a song I wrote with John Prine 4 years ago (1972) and we tried to put into one song, everything that had ever been in any of the country and western songs we had ever heard. Tried to put it all into one song. Serves us right. This is what came out:</span></i></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well it was all I could do to keep from cryin'<br />Some times it seems so useless to remain<br />You're the one who always tried to change me<br />And that is why I will always stay the same</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chorus:<br />But I'll hang around as long as you will let me<br />I never minded standing in the rain<br />You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'<br />But you never even call me by my name</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No, you don't have to call me Freddy Fender<br />You don't have to call me Charlie Pride<br />You don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore<br />Even though you know you're on my fighting side</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chorus- this verse only:<br />And I'm gonna hang around as long as you will let me<br />I never minded standing in the rain (when nights are cold and lonely)<br />You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'<br />But you never even call me by name.</span></p><p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[musical by mouth improv done in a Merle Haggard-like tone -no words]</span></i></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[spoken] </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've seen my name, a few times in the phone book<br /></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[spoken] </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And on the neon sign above the bar I used to own<br /></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[spoken] </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And there's only one thing I'm really sure of was that sucker</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />You're gonna hear it when my savior calls me home</span></p><p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[spoken] That's a lot to get into one song. We left out all the good stuff. Dallas, dope, divorce, dead dogs, trains prison Christmas, mothers, farms, and trucks. Mothers, prison, trucks, trains, farms, Christmas, and dead dogs are essential, you can't have a good country song without them things. And with all due respect this song needs mothers, prison, trucks, trains, farms, Christmas and dead dogs and is that it? Whatever it is - it's also 4 minutes long already (they're going 'when's he gonna end, when's he gonna end in the booth back there') So I'll just tack this verse on the end here-</span></i></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ever since the dog died and mama went to prison<br />Ain't nothin' round this old farm that's been the same<br />[Spoken] You know when mom broke out last Christmas<br />She drove the getaway laundry truck into a train</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chorus:<br />But I'll hang around as long as you will let me<br />I never minded standing in the rain<br />You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'<br />But you never even call me by my name</span></p></blockquote><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></p><div><br /></div></span></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-82823890252580115202009-11-26T06:29:00.003-05:002009-11-26T07:18:29.933-05:00Absolutely Right<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI0ftEtS-8RhPOJDckGrBRL9Lc7dEKxH5YTa0670zqhSz4-frf_IXV7n8m85gjUz5ueziDeFLLCzaUdaxykZZQl6FrTez0kbqFTln6d_T8vmkJpKL2ZZdH0ioSfp_Qs8aEuM4I8PNG7aY/s1600/Five+Man+Electrical+Band+-+1972+Coming+of+Age+(Canada).jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOMFQu1xYlyu1SihZrKX2MXQxrNs8U3OiWlfI9B01SMSaM6s0gwY83rWpVoogD0cfPds49Qq7fMJQ0mQ7XfOM_F-udREXjkqW6E7OwVHjANMFJmiMPtBIA4pGdYx1YWqqhrSehq9nBE7y/s1600/Five_Man_Electrical.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOMFQu1xYlyu1SihZrKX2MXQxrNs8U3OiWlfI9B01SMSaM6s0gwY83rWpVoogD0cfPds49Qq7fMJQ0mQ7XfOM_F-udREXjkqW6E7OwVHjANMFJmiMPtBIA4pGdYx1YWqqhrSehq9nBE7y/s400/Five_Man_Electrical.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407594530232560834" /></a><br />As a music-loving teenager in Ottawa, Canada's capital, I can recall high-school dances and local concerts with Canadian groups making their tours. April Wine, Lighthouse, Chilliwack, The Guess Who and 3s A Crowd were just some of the acts that stormed through our city.<div><br /></div><div>There were local groups too. One popular band was the Staccatos formed in the mid 60s. They always seemed a cut above the rest of the local groups so it came as no surprise when news came they'd struck out for Los Angeles in an effort to make a dent in the American music scene. Three attempts and a name change to <b>The Five Man Electrical Band</b> later and they hit it big with Signs.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the early 70s they based themselves in L.A. and toured for several years with such acts as The Allman Brothers, Sly and the Family Stone, The Jefferson Airplane, fellow Canadians Bachman, Turner, Overdrive and many others.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI0ftEtS-8RhPOJDckGrBRL9Lc7dEKxH5YTa0670zqhSz4-frf_IXV7n8m85gjUz5ueziDeFLLCzaUdaxykZZQl6FrTez0kbqFTln6d_T8vmkJpKL2ZZdH0ioSfp_Qs8aEuM4I8PNG7aY/s400/Five+Man+Electrical+Band+-+1972+Coming+of+Age+(Canada).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407594538725462786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>In 1972 they released the album Coming Of Age which spawned the hit Absolutely Right. Our local boys had made good! But fame was fleeting. By 1975 they'd broken up and returned to Ottawa. But for a moment there...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qxa_I_GGe8k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qxa_I_GGe8k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-8810146520870389592009-11-24T07:07:00.000-05:002009-11-24T07:07:00.368-05:00Love Potion #9<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2aehsC62lhqa_Gw5ulGHCPfh6n5LN-TarIjvC6f9Kw0nOsDtHAZoOPS6Lh0NthMGncqbm9yYfh4VEPWmQ0R6pn-ZmrtB0szvxLY-08IBUcReD8nVZcOBv6X2DJ0-K9-KRs8CDU2VOFgl/s1600/The_Searchers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2aehsC62lhqa_Gw5ulGHCPfh6n5LN-TarIjvC6f9Kw0nOsDtHAZoOPS6Lh0NthMGncqbm9yYfh4VEPWmQ0R6pn-ZmrtB0szvxLY-08IBUcReD8nVZcOBv6X2DJ0-K9-KRs8CDU2VOFgl/s400/The_Searchers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407030757695501618" /></a><br />The Searchers apparently took their name from the 1956 John Wayne film of the same name, directed by John Ford. The group formed in the late 50s and went through various line-ups before they achieved hit records in the 60s.<div><br /></div><div>At one point they gave the Beatles a run for their money on the English pop charts and were the second Liverpool group after the fab four to chart a hit in the States with Needles and Pins in 1964.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Love Potion No. 9 </i>was written by Leiber and Stoller and originally recorded by the Clovers in 1959. In 1965 The Searchers' version reached #3 in the States.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rXhXLsNJL8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rXhXLsNJL8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-26939801994840294952009-11-21T06:48:00.000-05:002009-11-21T06:48:00.082-05:00Off Beat - Living With A Hernia<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJCGn4RQeFwaG4W9a3bFYWKrQQ6cQWhQYhjqxm6YK75L_UpnCRu-vkhsbUfyQV0q_0dH1yHnHw5JzmS4hy0EMM-0jgL464M0wpIw1h-Y-PXVjsJSbq_TX-twDiSwvwsIJN4O4BfzKB0Ay/s1600/348.jpeg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tajd7IlpXNCIiUXVnStj6ov2J7n6YU43ENcNQQBsDxTr1vUgBF6J5rrKwejdZlIRNzzmA0AqZW7FfhLQAj1A6FaQd5aCMxpi0jxzYG4PkgUVFBDVYlc9sSrXE3_RrQi6H8mTpX494OYb/s1600/200px-Living-with-a-hernia-front.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tajd7IlpXNCIiUXVnStj6ov2J7n6YU43ENcNQQBsDxTr1vUgBF6J5rrKwejdZlIRNzzmA0AqZW7FfhLQAj1A6FaQd5aCMxpi0jxzYG4PkgUVFBDVYlc9sSrXE3_RrQi6H8mTpX494OYb/s400/200px-Living-with-a-hernia-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406208494599829890" /></a><br />Who can forget James Brown singing <i>Living In Americ</i>a in 1985's Rocky IV? Well, I confess that when I think of <i>Living In America</i>, this is the song I think of: <i>Living With A Hernia</i> by Weird Al Yankovic. It's an hilarious parody.<div><br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJCGn4RQeFwaG4W9a3bFYWKrQQ6cQWhQYhjqxm6YK75L_UpnCRu-vkhsbUfyQV0q_0dH1yHnHw5JzmS4hy0EMM-0jgL464M0wpIw1h-Y-PXVjsJSbq_TX-twDiSwvwsIJN4O4BfzKB0Ay/s400/348.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406208589263809234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 300px; " /></span><div> <div><br /></div><div>Turns out Yankovic's performance was filmed on the same stage as Brown's. The parody was one of the tracks on Weird Al's 1986 album <b>Polka Party</b>. Yankovic didn't win any awards for his parody. But James Brown won a Grammy for Best R&B Performance in 1986.<br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-336010672/weird_al_yankovic_living_with_a_hernia_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="Metacafe_sy-336010672"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-336010672/weird_al_yankovic_living_with_a_hernia_official_music_video/">Weird Al Yankovic - Living With A Hernia (Official Music Video)</a> - <a href="http://www.metacafe.com/">Watch a funny movie here</a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Help me out! Dig!<br />All I do is grunt and groan<br />Hurts me to walk anywhere<br />Went to see my physician, Dr. Jones<br />He took my trousers off, told me to cough<br />Doctor says there ain't nothin' to discuss<br />He tells me any day I might have to wear a truss<br /><br />Living with a hernia<br />All the time, such aggravation<br />Living with a hernia<br />Gonna be my ruination<br />Living with a hernia<br />Got to have an operation<br />Feel so old<br /><br />Too much back pain<br />Good gawd, drives me insane<br />Can't run, barely crawl<br />Got a bulge in my intestinal wall<br />Walk real funny, bless my soul<br />Can't play tennis and it's hard to bowl<br />You can't even do the splits now... Say it!<br />Better call it quits now<br />Now I'm sick of all this dancin' anyhow<br /><br />Living with a hernia<br />Hurts me bad in a tender location<br />Living with a hernia<br />Had enough humiliation<br />Living with a hernia<br />Got to have an operation<br /><br />I live with a hernia<br />Can't get up, can't bend over<br />Now I live with a hernia<br />Wait a minute...<br />You may not be familiar with the common types<br />Of hernias that you could get<br />So just settle down, let me clue you in<br />There's incomplete<br />Epigastric<br />Bladder<br />Strangulated<br />Lumbar hernia<br />Richter's hernia<br />Obstructed<br />Inguinal and Direct<br /><br />Living with a hernia...Rupture!<br />I said it's causin' me such irritation<br />Living with a hernia<br />Have to have my medication<br />Living with a hernia<br />I feel bad!<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:9px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-31989779883645302942009-11-19T06:49:00.001-05:002009-11-19T06:49:00.030-05:00I Want Candy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXlaW_APYRg7U2smxqhkiHzopO2YrMX4It2561WxsE9mfwj7Ql8k3DVl0e4NdIP6MgDGZb9ZEbmpZ_mTCjlax-mvixGWhNPTA6xkdTjyv8yuWAweDTXunQPBSYEQAO2NHcvc3mC_wNVIB/s1600/Strangeloves_1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXlaW_APYRg7U2smxqhkiHzopO2YrMX4It2561WxsE9mfwj7Ql8k3DVl0e4NdIP6MgDGZb9ZEbmpZ_mTCjlax-mvixGWhNPTA6xkdTjyv8yuWAweDTXunQPBSYEQAO2NHcvc3mC_wNVIB/s400/Strangeloves_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404737796029992066" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHTaZ9xjmachzsJ6D5WMeOS3MIJ3o_meyCDi56uwthCjBd3S3nvS3t5UCSYbEwG3vFrkbgULuvBRKIAKMOt9nLZBHPEcs_7zINbTbCGXvawaBlBmflPAcjzy7rxr1bAovpDjqc40PL5hY/s1600/strangeloves-i-want-candy.jpg"></a><div><br /></div>The Monkees, perhaps, are the best example - or worst, depending upon your point of view - of a manufactured pop group who scored significant chart success. But <b>The Strangeloves </b>aren't that far behind. The Strangeloves were 3 guys from New York who said they were former sheep farmers from Australia. Their story went that they got rich over a new form of sheep crossbreeding and used their millions to start a rock group. Bob Feldman, Jerry Goldstein and Richard Gottehrer, at the time succesfull record producers, adopted the monikers Giles, Miles and Niles Strange and a musical conceit was hatched.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHTaZ9xjmachzsJ6D5WMeOS3MIJ3o_meyCDi56uwthCjBd3S3nvS3t5UCSYbEwG3vFrkbgULuvBRKIAKMOt9nLZBHPEcs_7zINbTbCGXvawaBlBmflPAcjzy7rxr1bAovpDjqc40PL5hY/s400/strangeloves-i-want-candy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404737791138058146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 365px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The fictitious brothers ran into a bit of a problem in 1965 with the success of <i>I Want Candy</i>. It ranked so high on the charts the demand to tour as live artists forced them to send out the session musicians who performed in the studio. But they could lip-sync, as this clip demonstrates... Hey, in 1965 what did I know. I was 13 and I thought they were kinda cool.</div><div><div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiiD8KeAFew&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiiD8KeAFew&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-40141910681253561092009-11-17T06:26:00.001-05:002009-11-17T06:26:00.217-05:00Massachusetts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMj89oxM9KTKrIpXeMpyr62saDxup1Nl3e0DvCm1cJeylfoPaf7yX0KHJIRhSJ1jZpTyhMKcNlfkR6A9699EFqnSmzI9sOf0fPdGAsRsEvwqEv4E5MVzo7h-runaH8latP8-zFC037jPoR/s1600-h/BeeGeesMassachusetts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMj89oxM9KTKrIpXeMpyr62saDxup1Nl3e0DvCm1cJeylfoPaf7yX0KHJIRhSJ1jZpTyhMKcNlfkR6A9699EFqnSmzI9sOf0fPdGAsRsEvwqEv4E5MVzo7h-runaH8latP8-zFC037jPoR/s400/BeeGeesMassachusetts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403328566236522818" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aQjooKlWlkR6IBcI2oubvZ1LHPe83nFEN5m-bHFBagTOCkuC7QvuPzNEOaEBPVFFJw7UdAVDUX0CJxFltj_bWnl0yDC632x2xNJJHYsC2sFZqoL-7UQJvXNFFnzJQRdfmmL7fYjwQLai/s1600-h/Horizontal+-+Front.jpg"></a>The Gibb Brothers were born in England and moved to Australia where they grew up. Their early success, such as it was, was achieved down under before returning to England in the mid-60s. This is the period of the Bee Gees career that I like. They may have been more popular at the forefront of the disco scene, earned more money and sold more records but Barry, Maurice and Robin could sure write and perform pop hits in the decade beginning in the mid-60s.<div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M1Jjk_nKawqp5NRgpx89ln0z2M4cMSmuO-tKkyXNDrXU5PBEvSVSR3uiupbE1o2xrkD4W-TRr_dCm5RPey0q0uzXiD7czyrjhb55c4TyO7WXYvtcUSJYoxziVqSUzX9q24XK3w5R8bJd/s400/beegees2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403328564784391826" /><div><br /></div><div>In 1967, the Bee Gees burst upon the scene with such hits as <i>New York Mining Disaster 1941</i> and <i>To Love Somebody</i> both from the erroneously titled 3rd album <i>Bee Gees 1st</i>. But one of my favourite early Bee Gees songs appeared on their next album - <i>Horizontal </i>- <b>Massachusetts. </b>Massachusetts was the Bee Gees first #1 hit and it was the second song to be played on BBC1 when it went on the air in September 1967 in response to such pirate radio stations as Radio Caroline being formally outlawed by Britain's Parliament.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aQjooKlWlkR6IBcI2oubvZ1LHPe83nFEN5m-bHFBagTOCkuC7QvuPzNEOaEBPVFFJw7UdAVDUX0CJxFltj_bWnl0yDC632x2xNJJHYsC2sFZqoL-7UQJvXNFFnzJQRdfmmL7fYjwQLai/s400/Horizontal+-+Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403328562041712834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>While written by the Gibb Brothers, the song was originally intended for The Seekers. However, they turned it down.</div><div><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AbkbGF27JyY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AbkbGF27JyY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-34021583866580714462009-11-14T06:31:00.003-05:002009-11-14T06:31:00.335-05:00Off Beat - Hot Rod Lincoln<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2QuWfqWEwQfkifwbVKCrgZ34hrOLiGqeu2xbBeMwVFOgTVgd2W4_ODkWABM9XljEwZRQ_Qal45vgIBOOPPdGo202BBeATSegK-YFVYBiod4Xx0vrRgGRDQIODmcZvTRb8zCWxqqHSMTy/s1600-h/commander_cody2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2QuWfqWEwQfkifwbVKCrgZ34hrOLiGqeu2xbBeMwVFOgTVgd2W4_ODkWABM9XljEwZRQ_Qal45vgIBOOPPdGo202BBeATSegK-YFVYBiod4Xx0vrRgGRDQIODmcZvTRb8zCWxqqHSMTy/s400/commander_cody2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420585397182402" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HnrirPQeyJpsGWczpqlAnoIn7gyRaLQxlJj8rLPIlZzHYqPRrhCANbhaW2lZjmb5xr5b0DfbbNrM022chAE5Keol_F5-7_gbmVDzzUee1RF2qirNe1Qh47xn-kogtwIptxtkd-A47UI3/s1600-h/CommCodyLost.jpg"></a>In the early 1960s, I recall the older brother of a buddy of mine asking me if I'd ever heard the song "Hot Rod Lincoln". I hadn't, so he brought an LP over to my place and we gave it a spin. What a hoot. It must have been the version by Johnny Bond released in 1960. The original was written and recorded by Charlie Ryan in 1955 in response to a 1951 hit called "Hot Rod Race".<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HnrirPQeyJpsGWczpqlAnoIn7gyRaLQxlJj8rLPIlZzHYqPRrhCANbhaW2lZjmb5xr5b0DfbbNrM022chAE5Keol_F5-7_gbmVDzzUee1RF2qirNe1Qh47xn-kogtwIptxtkd-A47UI3/s400/CommCodyLost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420582682526306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px; " /></span></div><div><br />There's a great version of the song by Asleep At The Wheel, but the 1972 version by <b>Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen</b> would seem to be the best known. It's from their first LP - <b>Lost In The Ozone</b>. Cody and his Airmen formed in Ann Arbor, Michigan in 1967 before migrating to San Francisco and later Texas, where they disbanded in 1976. Cody went on to sustain a solo career. <i>Hot Rod Lincoln</i> remains his biggest hit.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLdVeU5ghVs&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLdVeU5ghVs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; ">My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin', </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; ">if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."<br /><br />Have you heard the story of the hot rod race,<br />where the Fords 'n' Lincolns were settin' the pace?<br />That story is true, I'm here to say,<br />that I was drivin' that Model-A.<br /><br />It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up,<br />that Model-A body makes it look like a pup.<br />It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all,<br />got overdrive that just won't stall.<br /><br />With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,<br />with 4-11 gears you can really get lost.<br />Got safety tubes but I ain't scared,<br />the brakes are good, tires fair.<br /><br />Pulled outta San Pedro late one night,<br />the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright.<br />We was drivin' up Grapevine hill,<br />passin' cars like they was standin' still.<br /><br />All of a sudden in the wink of an eye,<br />Cadillac sedan passed us by.<br />I said "Boys that's the mark for me,"<br />by then the tailight was all you could see.<br /><br />Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind,<br />so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind.<br />Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive,<br />I shoved it on down into overdrive.<br /><br />Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten,<br />my speedometer said that I hit top end.<br />My foot was glued like lead to the floor,<br />that's all there is an' there ain't no more.<br /><br />Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense,<br />them telephone poles looked like a picket fence.<br />They said "slow down, I see spots,"<br />the lines on the road just looked like dots.<br /><br />Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck,<br />crossed my fingers just for luck.<br />My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts,<br />the guy beside me was white as a ghost.<br /><br />Smoke was comin' from outta the back,<br />when started t' gain on that Cacillac.<br />Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass,<br />don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas.<br /><br />We had flames comin' from outta the side,<br />you could feel the tension, man whatta ride.<br />I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly,"<br />and that Caddy pulled over and let us by.<br /><br />Now all of a sudden she started knockin'<br />down in the dip she started to rock.<br />And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin',<br />the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln.<br /><br />They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail,<br />'n they called my pappy to throw my bail,<br />'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin'<br />if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln.<br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "></p></div></span>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904482024467138198.post-91894767062558942132009-11-12T06:52:00.002-05:002009-11-12T06:52:00.524-05:00Lonely Teardrops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGpgt1bswwnyAH_40D7Zt1Wjj5XwzuC3lRmz9tRcrt5OoNsaYKpphcHn4xm7CKV3Yr007CMc7Kwqb_6mhcuRrzpvqUQFNOVxKxEpzrysrjnJB8yaZrHzc9E2Gz8o5wfWD0tnqJq4cGeN-/s1600-h/jackiewilson-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGpgt1bswwnyAH_40D7Zt1Wjj5XwzuC3lRmz9tRcrt5OoNsaYKpphcHn4xm7CKV3Yr007CMc7Kwqb_6mhcuRrzpvqUQFNOVxKxEpzrysrjnJB8yaZrHzc9E2Gz8o5wfWD0tnqJq4cGeN-/s400/jackiewilson-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401439324430926018" /></a><br />He influenced a considerable number of artists - Van Morrison and Michael Jackson among them - and his spirited performances earned him the nickname "Mr. Excitement". Jackie Wilson is often cited as a key artist in the transition of rhythm and blues to soul. He started out in the mid to late 50s as a member of the R&B group the Dominoes, but he's far better known for an almost 20 year solo career that ended abruptly in 1975.<div><br /></div><div>In a tragic circumstance, Wilson suffered a massive heart attack while performing in a Dick Clark show, while singing his 1958 hit <b>Lonely Teardrops</b>. As he reached the line "...my heart is crying..." he fell head-first to the stage. The blow left him comatose for eight and-a-half years and he eventually passed away in 1984 at the age of 49. <div><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nEfuE8Pw4U&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nEfuE8Pw4U&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /></div></div>nonamedufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11818490858598810629noreply@blogger.com2