Welcome, all you Divas, Single Ladies, Naughty Girls and... erm, Baby Boys. Whatever you class yourself as, you're welcome to another edition of Snapshots.
Take a look at the pictures below... say their names... then work out the connection between their songs.
15. Christ's sons' lay a band... that would cause a kerfuffle.
14. Poster boys.
13. Originally called Landscape: Noon.
12. Be happy in Italian, with Nina.
11. They gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives.
10. Part lion, part eagle - all Vicious.
9. Calendar Girls.
8. Often thought of as a Nancy boy.
7. Sand aggregates water.
6. They're not interested in your Bomber, your Burner, or your Chopper.
5. Go Wild, Hey-Billy-Poppa and Derek Dick.
4. What you talking about, Willis (junior)?
3. Sounds like a coal train for John and Andy in Tennessee.
Continuing the tracklist of the 32nd in-car
compilation I created to introduce my son Sam to as wide a variety of pop music
as possible… this one from about 5 or 6 years ago, I’m guessing.
5. The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again
“Meet the new boss – same as the old boss.” Is that the best
line Pete Townsend ever wrote? I’d be tempted to say it ties with “I was born
with a plastic spoon in my mouth”. The line itself sounds anti-establishment
(indeed, I used it prominently in my old comic strip The Jock), but Townsend
himself is a conservative who apparently sneered at the hippy idealism of the
Woodstock generation because he didn’t think they’d do any better than the people in power.
“As an English teacher though…” I always try to argue that
there’s a clear divide between an author’s intent and the way readers choose to
interpret, and that the latter will generally become the accepted reading. The
only way to stop that happening is a) be blatantly transparent and leave no
room for ambiguity in your writing (boring!) or b) stop letting anyone read /
listen to it.
Rather than being an anti-establishment rant though, Won’t
Get Fooled Again speaks more to a cynical detachment from the whole political
process – a sense that whoever’s in charge, they’ll fuck it up or put their own
selfish needs ahead of the public at large. In that, it’s more appropriate
today than it ever was.
I’ve probably mentioned this before, but my Dad was never a
fan of rock music. He’d be in his late 20s when rock ‘n’ roll broke, so too old
for the teenage rebellion of it. He was a Frank Sinatra man through and
through. But in his latter years, he came round to The Who, only because this –
and a couple of their other hits – were used as theme tunes to the myriad of
CSI shows he used to watch. He was less impressed with their Glastonbury
performance in 2015 though – “bloody racket!”
6. Prince - Little Red Corvette
A few weeks back when I did the Snapshots about Synonyms For
Sex, I put Prince at the top of the page, because… well, every Prince song is
about sex in one way or another, and most of them don’t even try to disguise
the fact. (Despite Gett Off being in my Top 5 Prince songs, I don’t think I’ll
ever have the nerve to include it on one of Sam’s compilations… especially now
he’s knocking on the door of teenagerdom.)
Little Red Corvette is about a one-night stand, but it’s not
just a song about shagging. There’s an undercurrent of vulnerability,
awkwardness, embarrassment even that often made Prince’s sexy songs more
layered than a lot of 80s cock-rock records. And it also has that cheeky humour
that allowed Prince to get away with stuff other lyricists would have been
called out for.
I guess I should have known By the way you parked your car sideways That it wouldn’t last.
I love those opening lines. You’re hot, I’ll definitely
sleep with you, but there’s no way we’re having a meaningful relationship when
you can’t even park your car straight.
Despite all the barely-concealed euphemism in this song, I had no compunctions about including it on a compilation aimed at a seven-year-old, because… it’s a car song,
right? That’s all. Just a song about a car. And Sam’s favourite movie series when
he was little was Pixar’s Cars, so there were a lot of car songs on these CDs.
Plus, car songs are made for driving, right?
(I read a great article about Little Red Corvette while
compiling this piece. I could have quoted it extensively, but in the end I
decided just to post
a link.)
7. The Wedding Present - Kennedy
There aren’t many tracks on the early volumes which will impress the average Peel fan, but this was a good one
to get Sam into because of it’s catchy “too much apple pie” refrain. Can
you ever have too much apple pie? Clearly the answer is no… unless it’s
metaphorical apple pie… in which case…
I hate the phrase “I was today years old when I learned...” Hate it with a passion. Especially since I heard a DJ say it on ASDA FM this
morning. However, despite joyfully singing along to this tune for many, many
years, it was only today that I stopped to ask myself why David Gedge called it Kennedy. I just took it to be another Classic Wedding Present
Kitchen Sink Relationships Gone Wrong ™ Song. I didn’t ever consider that “And
now Harry's walked away with Johnny's wife” might actually be “And now Ari's
walked away with Johnny's wife”, that being Aristotle Onassis. And if you go
down that route, the subsequent lines, “But if Lee's name does come up, oh well, I really want to know” take us way beyond the regular Wedding Present milieu,
don’t they?
Too much apple pie, indeed.
8. Jackson Browne - Doctor My Eyes
Why didn’t you put the cover version by The Jackson 5 on,
Rol? Surely that’s likely to be more appealing to your target audience than the
original?
Hmm. Yeah. I s’pose. But it’s one of those times that the perky
little kid vocals grate on me. That’s not always the case with The Jacksons – I
won’t have a word said against ABC or I Want You Back – but it is here. And
besides, the lazy sunshiney Laurel Canyon vibe of early 70s Jackson Browne is
just too much for an old man to resist. Plus, for a song that the interweb
tells me is about disillusionment and loss of innocence, I’m not sure a
15-year-old vocalist can properly do it justice. Then again, Jackson Browne was
only 24 when he wrote this, so hardly a G.O.M. And maybe that ironic
juxtaposition was the point of the cover version. Or maybe Michael's Dad just
liked getting his kids to sing songs by other artists called Jackson (see also Blame
It On The Boogie).
Instead of any of that funny business, I'd advise teenagers to enjoy a nice Crepe Suzette today. Because, yes, hard as it may be to believe, it's also National Crepe Suzette Day.
I was shocked by how many songs there were featuring Crepe Suzettes in the title... including offerings from Danny Kaye, Kenneth Williams and Cyril Watters with The New Century Orchestra. Thank God for The Descendents.
You may choose to wash your crepe suzette down with a nice beverage. Which is good because it's also National Beverage Day. The word "beverage" always reminds me of The Dude...
And what is The Dude's Beverage of choice, that he really doesn't want to spill?
A White Russian, of course... that's vodka, kahlúa and double cream (milk powder will apparently suffice if you don't have any cream) over ice.
Man cannot live on Bread alone, and that's a very good thing as there were far fewer bands named after our daily sandwich maker than you might expect... or, perhaps this is just what you'd expect.
I used to get upset when I could only find a couple of options for this feature... nowadays, I appreciate the breather. And I'm sure you do too.
Not much choice in the bread aisle then... there must be a shortage. I blame the Orange Crybaby.
BREAD #1
We start with some Swedish bread from 1967, using their loaf to mimic the Motown sound. The video features an extremely unimpressed Swedish pensioner in the audience for their impromptu street performance.
The thing I like most about doing this feature is that I learn something new every time. And today was the day I discovered that David Gates and Bread hailed from Tulsa, Memphis and LA... not Birkenhead, Birmingham and the Home Counties. I don't know why I always thought Bread were a British band - perhaps I was confusing them with Nigel Blackwell's least favourite 80s sitcom.
Apparently, the band chose the name Bread because a bread truck drove past the window just as they were scratching their heads wondering what to call themselves. They say they could just have easily have been called Bus or Telephone Pole.
There were some other Breads listed on discogs, including a rapper with a song called How Could I Die, which I was looking forward to featuring alongside a "brown bread" gag, but when I typed the title into the tube of you, I got redirected to The Samaritans again. And there was another hip hop Bread who would have won this week's best song title - "I Watched The Spy Kids Trilogy And Now I No Longer Fear Death" - but I couldn't find their tune anywhere. There were also way too many bands called Bread & Butter. And one called Breadbelly. But that's - mercifully - your lot this for week.
