Showing posts with label Barry White. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barry White. Show all posts

Monday, 16 March 2026

The Enigma of CD87: Part 2


Ah, the euphoria that greeted the first three tracks on this CD… “great opening”, “cracking triumvirate”, “[setting] the bar high for the rest of the CD”, said the gathered cognoscenti.

But anyone who knows anything about my dubiously higgledy piggledy taste in music will know that such glory cannot last. To thine own self be true, Rol.

 

Track 4: Van Halen - Why Can't This Be Love?

I have a particular fondness for American rock of the 80s because I grew up without anyone cool to tell me differently. The only muso I knew as a teenager tried his best to get me into The Smiths (who I rejected at the time because their singer was “a miserable bastard”) and New Order, of whom much has been written previously. But he also liked Queen, so I’m sure some of you would have had him tarred and feathered if he’d been in your class.

I never really hung out with any discerning Peel or NME acolytes, so there was nobody to tell me that it wasn’t dope, drip or rizz to adore the work of Billy Joel, Hall & Oates or even the hair metal crew. It was only when I joined the blogosphere that I truly became aware of the tribalistic prejudices that damned me forever after. But as we all know, first loves never die when it comes to pop music, the songs of our youth never grow old… which brings us to Van Halen.

The Man In The Street (UK version) will doubtless only be able to name one Van Halen song – the MTV juggernaut that Roddy Frame triumphantly turned into a suicide ballad. The band may as well be a one hit wonder in Britain – unlike the US, where they were semi-regular visitors to the Top 40 between 1978 and 1995. Yet Why Can't This Be Love? is their second biggest hit, and it was a Top Ten smash on both sides of the Atlantic. It also marked a big change for the band – David Lee Roth had gone off to become a solo star and do more cocaine, only to be replaced by Sammy Hagar, originally from 70s band Montrose, and also a successful solo artist in the early 80s. I think you have to be a true rock aficionado to spot the difference. People in the know seem to class Sammy as the better singer, but Diamond Dave is often considered the better front man. There’s an argument that the difference is immaterial because neither gets their name on the tin – this was always Eddie Van Halen’s band anyway.

Eddie died of cancer in 2020 and everyone agreed there could be no Van Halen without him. Although there have since been some disturbing rumours that his brother Alex, the band’s long-term drummer,  has considered using AI “to duplicate the style of” Eddie’s guitar work… and also looked into the possibility of hiring Robert Plant as vocalist future Van Halen records. Don’t do it, Alex!


Track 5: Madness - Michael Caine

I won’t bore you again with the story about how I never liked Madness in Junior School because all the tough kids used to go around singing Baggy Trousers like it was a badge of honour… but at some point I must have decided the band were all right, and maybe it was this song that tipped me over.

Michael Caine is very different from the chirpy, knees up singalongs that had kept Madness firmly fixed in the Top Ten for almost five years when this was released in early ’84… and ironically, it marked their departure from that section of the charts until well into the 90s. It doesn’t even have Suggs on vocals – it was written and performed by top trumpet dude Chas Smash, and it tackles the thorny subject of IRA informants, using Michael Caine’s vocal samples as a subtle reminder of spy films like The Ipcress File. Caine initially refused to blow the bloody doors off on this track, until his daughter talked him into taking part. Makes me wonder how different the song would have sounded without his contributions.

Apparently Neil Tennant gave the single a good review in Smash Hits while Tony Parsons wrote in the NME, “They never sounded less like Madness and they never sounded so good.” Maybe that’s why this proved to be the song that thawed my Madness iceberg? Or maybe my arrival in High School had distanced me enough from the Junior School tough guys to listen without prejudice.

For many years, I thought Michael Caine also made frequent vocal contributions to another big hit of the 80s… but I later learned that those samples were James Fox instead. I’m sure you can guess the song.

 

Track 6: Love Unlimited - Walkin' In The Rain

Barry White’s first hit record, from the glorious year of 1972, when all was right with the world. Barry wrote and produced this, and appears towards the end... with the very definition of a phoned-in performance.

Walkin' In The Rain has all the right ingredients to make it a classic soul song - Supremesy chorus, a slowed down talky bit like the Shangri Las, moody sfx, the hint of sex, and flourishes of orchestral glory. Plus added Barry White... what's not to love?

 

Track 7: The Lightning Seeds - Ready Or Not

What a great singles band The Lightning Seeds were, eh? I sang their praises last year after seeing Ian Broudie & co. play at the local village hall. Following on from that, I tried listening to a couple of their old albums again… and I have to be honest, it seemed to these aging ears that there was a good bit of filler on them. But the singles….? Wow. They were the tipper-most, topper-most.

I could tell you more about this song, but then I discovered that an esteemed colleague had already given it a far better write up than I could ever attempt. Here’s JC with the full lowdown.

Oh, you make me feel alright
It's like the tipper-most, topper-most high
Oh it's you you you
Crack up your face and give us a smile
Cos tonight i just wanna be wild



Sunday, 19 October 2025

Snapshots #418: Left Right Left Right Songs!

Atten-shun!

Sergeant Ernie is here to give you all this week's answers and I want you all to march in time while you listen to him. Left right, left right, left right...


15. The store just before the T-junction

Department store. S is just before T.

Department S - Going Left Right

14. The smaller store next door?

A smaller version of a department store might be a corner shop.

Cornershop - Sleep On The Left Side

13. Tear sleeve to reveal this record.

‘Tear sleeve’ is an anagram of Steve Earle

Steve Earle - Devil's Right Hand

12. What happens when you put a duck in a microwave? 

What happens when you put a duck in a microwave? Its bill withers. I knew that terrible joke would come in handy one day.

Bill Withers - I Can’t Write Left Handed

11.  Losing their tails makes crustaceans bob.

A crayfish is a crustacean. Without its tail its just a Cray. Bob is short for Robert. 

Robert Cray - Right Next Door (Because Of Me)

10. Leonard’s muse, Alan’s relative?

Leonard Cohen wrote songs for Suzanne;  Alan Vega was in Suicide.

Suzanne Vega - Left Of Centre

9. From girls’ magazine to women’s movement.

Alyson can vouch that Jackie was a girls’ magazine. Mittoo sounds a bit like #MeToo. 

Jackie Mittoo - Right Track

8. A consumer of stallions.

She’s a sire eater. A twisted sire eater. Although it is considered acceptable in France and Belgium.

Syreeta - I'm Going Left

7. This will get you barred.

“Any Trouble and you’re barred” is a phrase used by publicans the world over. 

Any Trouble - Girls Are Always Right

6. The Tate? I’m a fan!

Tate & Lyle Golden Syrup? Love it!

Lyle Lovett - La To The Left

5. Pale in Wales.

Barry is a town in Wales and at least according to Procol Harum white is a shade of pale.

Barry White - Sho' You Right

Or you could have had...

Barry White - The Right Night

4. Thrower puts off batsman.

Percy Thrower was an old school gardener and broadcaster. Sledging in cricket is trying to put the batsman off by insulting them as they prepare to face a delivery. Also found in other sports e.g. the behaviour of the dastardly American fans in the recent Ryder Cup.  

Percy Sledge - Out Of Left Field

3. Sweet, sticky styling tools.

Combs made of honey would be sticky (as would combs made of Tate & Lyle Golden Syrup but that doesn’t work in this clue).

The Honeycombs - Have I The Right?

2. Just the job for an unhappy renter.

Unhappy renter = low tenant. Chris Lowe + Neil Tennant = Pet Shop Boys

Pet Shop Boys - Left To My Own Devices

(And yes, I'm convinced Ernie only included the Pet Shop Boys because knows George hates them!)

1. Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous lads.

Scottish readers will instantly recognise the quote from the opening lines of ‘To A Mouse’ by Robert Burns: “Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie”. With this and Jackie magazine I’m virtually handing the prize to Alyson.

Beatie Boys - (You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)


Thanks again, Ernie - you saved my life this week as I'd spent so much time on the Cancel Culture Club, I was struggling to find time for Snapshots.

Normal - and far less imaginative - service will be restored next Saturday.
 

Wednesday, 6 December 2023

Self-Help For Cynics #16: Great Responsibility



With great power comes great responsibility. So goes the mantra by which our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man lives his life. It's a lesson he learned at a terrible cost. When Peter Parker first receives his spider powers, he treats sees them as a selfish opportunity to achieve fame and fortune. Why should he use them to help other people? 

Let’s be honest, I think most of us would do exactly what he did – look after ourselves first. And to a degree, there’s nothing wrong with that. You can’t help others if you can’t help yourself. Self-preservation is hot-wired into our brain as its most important function, and that’s why the amygdala takes charge so often. The monkey brain is our protector.


Peter’s lesson about responsibility comes when he has the chance to use his powers to stop an escaping criminal and doesn’t…


As you’re probably well aware, this act of selfishness comes back to bite him in a very big way when that same criminal later shoots his Uncle Ben dead in a bungled robbery attempt. After that, young Peter dedicates himself to using his powers to help others…


…and this is where the third of Dr. Jennifer Shannon’s three assumptions kicks in: Over-Responsibility”. Along with Fear of Uncertainty and Perfectionism, which we’ve looked at over the past couple of weeks, Over-Responsibility is another big stress-factor for our over-protective amygdala.


When we fall victim to Over-Responsibility, we put other people’s happiness and well-being above our own. Is that necessarily a bad thing? Don’t we do that automatically with people we love? Maybe… but if we end up resenting them for it, we need to think again. Or if we ourselves end up suffering in the process of helping someone else, couldn’t that be construed as counter-productive? In her book Don’t Feed The Monkey Mind, Dr. Shannon’ advises…

Bottom line: if taking care of your own needs is a casualty of taking care of others, you’re being over-responsible.


The story of Spider-Man is not merely a metaphor for Responsibility – it’s also a warning about the dangers of Over-Responsibility. Peter Parker continues to disappoint friends, let down loved ones, lose jobs and fail to take care of his own well-being because he’s so obsessed with helping others. I’ve read stories where he’s taken this to an extreme, pushed himself to the point of mental and physical breakdown, trying to be Spider-Man 24/7. Just in case he’s not available that one time when he could have made the difference. And because Spidey is the one fictional character I relate to more than any other, maybe I end up acting a little Over-Responsible myself from time to time. 


Dr. Shannon lists some of the problems that arise from an Over-Responsible mindset… and I reckon I could tick off a good few of them…

“…working harder than others (no), taking on other people’s problems (sometimes), poor self-care (trying to address that right here!), burnout (been there), constant worry and rumination about others (er…), giving advice to others to the point of pushing them away (probably not, because of the last item in this list), blaming yourself for things that are not your fault (definitely), difficulty setting limits (the fact that I’m not even sure what that means leads me to believe: yes), and difficulty with asserting yourself (undoubtedly).” 

Phew. I’m exhausted by the responsibility of simply reading that list. 


Apparently, one of the reasons we take on too much responsibility for others is that it’s a good way of being liked and loved. 

Of course someone’s going to like you if you go out of your way to help them. But they also may come to rely on you too much, to their detriment. This is a knife edge all parents walk on a daily basis. You are responsible for your child, but you’re also responsible for them developing into an independent human being who can look after themselves! Sometimes the most responsible thing you can do is let them take on their own responsibility.


I feel like it’s my responsibility to keep investigating this… but I also feel responsible for taking up too much of your time. One final word from Dr. Shannon then, and I’ll call this one a day…

“Over-responsible people have difficulty recognising what is within their control and what is not. Even when you have a strong personal stake in a conflict, if a solution is beyond your control, it is not your responsibility.” 


Sunday, 19 January 2020

Saturday Snapshots #119 - The Answers


Mork calling answers... come in, answers!

Nanu nanu.


10. Poet stuck in the bog? Typical human being.


Shelley, up to his neck in the peat?

My favourite Mark Lamarr joke: "It's like the Buzzcocks without the buzz."

Watch the video and marvel at what strange times the 80s were.

Pete Shelley - Homosapien

9. A couple, in three movements? Child's play!


A couple are often lovers.

A concerto comes in three movements. (According to iffypedia.)

Children play with toys.

The Toys - A Lover's Concerto

8. Labelled middle-class? No worries.


Bourgeois Tagg - I Don't Mind At All

7. Too much superglue.


Too much is an excess.

If there was too much superglue between us, you would never tear us apart.

INXS - Never Tear Us Apart

6. Ode to a Phoenix, from a menacing anchorman.


Ode to River Phoenix?

Dennis was a Menace.

Bob Wilson was an anchorman. 

Well, I’d like to meet Stephenson the engineer
And I’d like to meet Faraday and buy him a beer
And I’d love to meet the bloke who had the bright idea of
Bob Wilson – anchorman

Dennis Wilson - River Song

5. Last dingo does Alan Partridge impression.


"Last dingo" is an anagram of Santigold. Although she was originally called Santogold, so that would make her the last dongo.


Santigold - Say Aha!

4. Second Goddess, electric smut.


We used to call smutty movies "blue". How quaint we were back then.

The second planet from the sun has the name of a goddess...

Shocking Blue - Venus

3. I am the... opposite of Frank Black. You are... the only one in the race.


I am the Walrus of Love.

The Bloodhoung Gang sang that they were "not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is".

The only one in the race would be the first, the last... pretty much everything.

Barry White - You're The First, The Last, My Everything

2. Creepy, kooky dad in police custody.


The Addams Family (creepy, kooky and altogether ooky) dad was Gomez.

Gomez - Get Myself Arrested

1. Jill and Sam's other halves enjoy sliced fruit in a tent.


Jack & Jill.

Sam & Diane. (One for Cheers' fans.)

Enjoy a melon slice at camp.

Cougar not pictured.

One of the best songs of the 80s...




O Captain, my Captain: Saturday Snapshots will be back next week. Carpe diem!


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