Monday, 5 February 2024

One Track Mind #1: U Got The Look


Most posts on this blog lately feature a load of different, spuriously-linked songs, and gone are the days when I'd write about any one song in detail. But I've been reading Jeff Tweedy's new book, World Within A Song, and I like the way each chapter focuses on just one track. Often he goes off on a ramble and the chapter ends up having very little to do with the track in question, but it still makes for a fascinating read.

So I thought I'd try something similar. A series in which I focus on one song per post (although inevitably, as below, I might end up mentioning others). I'm not sure I'll have anything remotely interesting to say, and I'm certainly no Jeff Tweedy, but I like to set myself little challenges to stop life getting too dull.

I'm starting at complete random with U Got The Look. It was the first Prince single I bought. Although it wasn't just Prince, was it? It was Sheena Easton too. And at that time, I was possibly more familiar with her than I was with Prince himself. I grew up on Radio 2, Tel and Ray Moore in the morning, Diddy David Hamilton and the mighty John Dunn after school. Back in 1980, when Sheena Easton released her debut single off the back of her appearance in Esther Rantzen's Big Time, Radio 2 was the only station I listened to. 


Despite her Lanarkshire lass, Esther Rantzen & Radio 2 beginnings, Sheena ended up being a much bigger star on the other side of the pond. After her Bond theme, she pretty much gave up on the UK (or maybe we gave up on her), whereas in the States she had 15 Billboard Top 40 hits, seven of which made the Top 10. Over there, she's one of the best-selling British female vocalists of the 80s, and because she jumped effortlessly between genres, she is the only artist to have a Top 5 hit on each of Billboard's primary singles charts: the rechristened-to-avoid-Dolly-confusion "Morning Train (Nine to Five)" (Pop and Adult Contemporary), "We've Got Tonight" with Kenny Rogers (Country and Adult Contemporary) and "Sugar Walls" (R&B and Dance).


That last one was written specially for her by Prince, but it caused quite a stir when moral rights campaigner Tipper Gore (the American Mary Whitehouse) named and shamed it on her Filthy Fifteen - a list of songs so indecent that I had to go and make a playlist out of them immediately. I'm not suggesting Tipper did the same. She probably used a C60. 

But we're not here to talk about Sheena, we're here to talk about U Got The Look. Back when Prince died, 8 years ago now, I cobbled together a list of my Top Ten Prince Songs, and put this at Number 3. I'm not sure I'd stand by that list now - Raspberry Beret would be much higher, for a start. And where was Little Red Corvette? Take Me With You? Kiss!?! 

An impossible task. But my point is, I don't think U Got The Look is really up there with the very best Prince had to offer. To use a football analogy (has it come to this?), it's in the Championship, not the Premier League. But it gets extra points from me because it was my first, and we always remember our first, don't we, Prince? (It's hard to write about Prince without every other sentence becoming an innuendo. They just bounce off the tongue...)

Here's what I wrote back in 2016...

I was 15, and I thought Prince must surely be the king of chat-up lines...

Your face is jamming
Your body's heck-a-slamming
If love is good
Let's get to ramming

And they played that on the radio, and nobody batted an eyelid. Because it was Prince.

You know, listening back now, I think this is Prince's answer to Paradise By The Dashboard Light. (Maybe it's just the baseball metaphors.) The only difference being that Prince, unlike Meat 'n' Jim, didn't have to promise the earth to get his end away. Because he was Prince.

Meat Loaf - Paradise By The Dashboard Light

I'm not sure I recognise the comments about chat up lines above... they're obviously mine, but I must have been in a particularly bullish mood when I wrote them. The truth is, at the age of 15 I was terrified at the very idea of chatting anyone up, and I certainly wouldn't have used a line like that. But I think the point I was trying to make - very clumsily - is that Prince represented a kind of hyper-masculine sexuality without ever appearing macho or chauvinistic. I can't think of any other male rock star who's walked that tightrope so carefully. I'm not sure 'Men with a capital M' wanted to be him, but women definitely wanted to be with him. 

Actually, there's a much better chat up line in U Got The Look than the one I mentioned above...

You got the look (you got the look)
You must'a took (you must'a took)
A whole hour just to make up your face, baby 

Closin' time, ugly lights, everybody's inspected (Everybody's inspected)
But you are a natural beauty unaffected (Unaffected)
Did I say an hour?
My face is red, I stand corrected (I stand corrected)


That's the bit in which Prince realises his chat up line could actually be taken as an insult, and then corrects himself. What a great piece of writing.

Despite the fact that Prince portrayed himself as sexually voracious in his lyrics, he did so with his tongue firmly in his cheek. There's a sense of humour to all these songs that more macho songwriters do not possess. Also, I'm not entirely sure that it wasn't all an act - when the hell did he get time to chat up, seduce and perform in the bedroom? The guy was a complete workaholic. Perhaps the truth is closer to how Bill Callahan imagined it...

Prince alone in the studio
It's two a.m. and all the girls are gone
The girls thought they were going to be able
To have sex with him
They wore their special underwear

Once the tracks were laid down
Prince's back turned around
Raspberry headphones on his head
On his ears

Prince alone in the studio
It's three a.m.
Prince hasn't eaten in eighteen hours
Dinner's burned on the stove
But Prince, he doesn't even know
Prince alone in the studio

It's four a.m.
And he finally gets that guitar track right
And it's better than anything any girl could ever give him
Because prince is alone
Prince is alone

Oh Prince, you are so alone
And when it's all complete
He feels like a hunter on the street
And when it's all complete
He feels like a hunter on the street


Actually, if you watch the video, that becomes even more likely... because the whole song is just a dream. It starts with Prince falling asleep in his dressing room, and ends with him waking up, looking sad, confused and alone. 

I didn't know any of this when I was 15. All I knew was that Prince was cooler than any rock star I'd ever seen in my life. Three and a half decades later, that's still the case. 



Sunday, 4 February 2024

Snapshots #330: A Top Ten Jeans Songs

Money talks, but it don't sing and dance, and it don't walk...

Here are ten songs with jeans on.


10. Good Lord!


That's Lord David Paul Nicholas Dundas, don't you know?


9. Found amid landlocked countries.


Found amid landlocked countries.


8. Assist this young lady, Zeus!



7. Assess the current season.


Marks out of 10 for this winter?


6. Caters for French Vikings of all sizes.


He'll Cook for the Normans, whether they're slim or fatboys.


5. Spent so long on the main road, he neglected his gateaux. 


He is a lineman of the county, and he drives the main road. While doing so, he may also be guilty of leaving his cake out in the rain.


4. Came last twice, but still made it to Number One.


The last letter is Z, but they still made it to the Top.


3. Turner, Trotter, Ridley.


Lana Turner, Derek 'Del Boy' Trotter and Daisey Ridley, who plays Rey in the rubbish 21st Century Stars Wars films (not the rubbish 90s Star Wars films).


2. I can see my house from up here!



1. Breaks an indie mold.


"An indie mold" was an anagram that needed breaking up, to make...

Neil Diamond - Forever In Blue Jeans

(Neil was on the fencing team at NYU.)


Snapshots will be back next Saturday, but you'll only be allowed in if you're smartly dressed. No jeans!


Saturday, 3 February 2024

Saturday Snapshots #330


Welcome back to the quiz that leaves you all Breathless on a Saturday morning.

Below are ten popular recording artists. Who are they and what connects their songs?


10. Good Lord!


9. Found amid landlocked countries.


8. Assist this young lady, Zeus!


7. Assess the current season.


6. Caters for French Vikings of all sizes.


5. Spent so long on the main road, he neglected his gateaux. 


4. Came last twice, but still made it to Number One.


3. Turner, Trotter, Ridley.


2. I can see my house from up here!


1. Breaks an indie mold.


Answers tomorrow morning!


Friday, 2 February 2024

Idiomusic #2: Better Late Than Never


We're back with another idiom and some pop songs which appropriated it. This post was supposed to run yesterday, but...

See what I did there?

The album cover at the top of the page is from Eddie & The Hot Rods' 2004 comeback album, their first in 9 years, hence the title. Other than that, it appears to be business as usual. Hot Rods lead singer Barrie Masters sadly passed away in 2019... and if you're wondering about Eddie, he was just a shop dummy brought on stage in the early days, but they soon got tired of dragging him around...


Sadly, that album didn't have a title track. And because I reckon you've waited long enough for a song named after this week's idiom... here it is. Better l...

Sigh. Let's start with some Love...


Next up, York's finest.


Finest what, you ask? Monkey-faced Britpoppers, I answer.

Some Bangly Canadian power pop next...


You normally can't go wrong with a bit of Motown. The jury's still out on Bobby Breen though, who sounds to me like he's singing while gargling mouthwash...


Here are The Cover Girls, with a track from the soundtrack of the 1988 Eddie Murphy movie, Coming To America...


And purely because they've never appeared on this blog before, nor on my previous blog, meaning that I haven't given them even one mention in almost 18 years of blogging... ladies and gentlemen, I give you...


OK, enough of this MOR stuff... let's ROCK!


Some 60s pop from Down Under next, with a teen star who was qualified to teach ballet by the age of 14.


Still in Australia, here's some dream pop from the 90s...


In a similar stylee, here's a band Khayem introduced me to a while back...


Bang up to date now with some bouncy indie pop from Liverpool...


I've always got a bit of (lilac) time for Stephen Duffy... even though he's got today's idiom arse-backwards...


Country star Tanya Tucker was 13 when she had her first hit single in 1972... which makes her just over 20 when she released this belter in 1979... I dunno, she looks older on the album cover.


Pick of the bunch today comes from My Morning Jacket frontman Jim James. I always have time for a good two minute pop song - they're useful for filling up the last slot on a compilation CD...
 


Thursday, 1 February 2024

Mid-Life Crisis Songs #106: Being Boring


And we were never being boring
We were never being bored


Every day at work, we gather in the staff dining room to eat our lunch, and my colleagues evaluate each other's victuals. 

"What have you got today?"

"That smells nice."

"Ooh, that looks a nice sandwich - what's in it?"

No one ever directs a comment or question my way since I always have exactly the same thing in my Spider-Man lunchbag: turkey and beetroot, with mayo, on two Warburtons sandwich thins. A bag of pop chips, sour cream and onion. An apple. A satsuma. A small Hulk lunchbox containing brazil nuts, walnuts and a small handful of apricots. The same lunch five days a week, with only the occasional variation: a bag of Skips instead of Pop Chips.      


Am I boring?

I ask myself this question from time to time. Have done throughout my life. By other people's perspectives, the answer would be a definite yes. 


Whenever Louise and I get together with other couples (rarely, to be honest), conversation inevitably turns to travel. Louise has been all around the world and has the stories to go with it: New York, Paris, Rome, Hawaii, etc etc... she even spent a couple of months working in an Aussie outback bar. I've been to France. Kefalonia. And on the school Sixth Form ski trip, we drove in a coach through Germany to get to the Swiss Alps. I rarely have anything to contribute to world travel conversations.


I don't drink... haven't touched a drop since the turn of the Millennium, largely for medical reasons.

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?


And I don't like sport, particularly football, though I make an exception when Sam is playing.


The only real hobby or interest I have is music, but even there I fail to be interesting. It seems I like too much, and not enough of the right stuff, to ever be considered cool. That's been the case as long as I've expressed any interest in pop songs. I remember telling kids in junior school I'd rather listen to Frank Sinatra than Madness. They'd sing "Roll out the barrel..." to represent my taste in music. I'm presuming one of my wag mates had heard the Vera Lynn version and thought it a good fit. Then in high school, while my cooler pals were heading off to investigate the Smiths and other John Peel delights, I was buying Huey Lewis records and getting into Springsteen. Other contemporaries started out liking pop music and then turned their back on it when they discovered more esoteric offerings. I kept a foot in all camps. As much time as I spend now delving into dusty 70s and 80s relics that even Peel might have only played once, I still won't hear a bad word said against Meat Loaf or Queen or even Jon By Jovi. My refusal to shun the music the cognoscenti has cast out will forever mark me down as someone with no taste.


Do I care?

Not really.

I make the same sandwiches every day because I like them, and they're easy to do. The last thing I want to do when I get home from work is spend ages thinking about or creating something new. It's lunch, it's not performance art.


There are places in the world I'd like to visit, but I don't feel particularly aggrieved by not having a fully stamped passport. New York, one day... beyond that, I'm happy enough trudging round the British Isles. In another lifetime, with other opportunities, maybe... but I don't lay awake at night bemoaning my provincialism.


And as to the music... I know this is a bugbear I return to a lot on this blog because of the chip certain individuals in the real world and the blogosphere have cemented to my shoulder, so there's not much more to add.

I will say this though... I may be boring, but I'm never bored. I honestly do not remember the last time I ever felt even remotely bored. There's always something to do or think about or listen to or read. Why would you ever get bored? I'll save that till I'm dead...



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