Saturday Snapshots #36 - Answers

War, war is stupid and people are stupid... but not you guys, because you solve Saturday Snapshots every week! (Well, as I type this there are two still oustanding... but I'm hoping someone will solve them overnight). I may be a man without conviction, but I appreciate you playing along every weekend... and I think we can all agree that C is this week's undisputed Karma Chameleon. Well done, C!


10.  Tomorrows' last page.

The placement of the possessive apostrophe is important as it indicates more than one Sunday.

The last page is where the story ends.

The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

9. Talking is wonderful with sweet Lauryn.

Lauryn Hill is sweet like sugar.

The Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight

8. Elvis licks your salty cheeks.

Elvis was the King. But you knew that.

King - The Taste Of Your Tears

7. Finding your award in the W.C. - between a rock and a hard place.

That would be an Emmy award found in the loo, you see.

Apologies to the people of Birmingham.

Emmylou Harris - From Boulder To Birmingham

6. Anyone know where I can find my lady? She's a little timid around low calorie dishes.

You don't really need me to explain this one, do you?

The Chi-Lites - Have You Seen Her?

5. Captured reindeer would like to boogie.

Blitzen was a reindeer, captured in a trap.

Better name for a band than Rudolph Trapper, I think.

Blitzen Trapper - Dance With Me

4. Like Billy Joel said, I'm All For a good scratch. Not 13.

Billy Joel sang All For Leyna.

If you like a good scratch then you love an itch.

13 is not usually a lucky number.

Lene Lovich - Lucky Number

3. How I feel yesterday: warm and radiant.

I feel is present tense, so yesterday I felt.

Right now, there are a couple of people kicking themselves.

Felt - Sunlight Bathed The Golden Glow

2. Baby scallywags give positive affection.

Young Rascals - Good Lovin'

1. Fake medicine for Mrs. Reagan's son.

Fake medicine is a placebo.

Mrs. Reagan's son would be Nancy's Boy... which always reminds me of an old Spitting Image sketch about Larry Speakes, of which the title of this song is the punchline. But I can't find it on youtube, sadly.

Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?

No?

Then make sure you come back again next week.

October #4: Blitzen Trapper

4. Blitzen Trapper - Nights Were Made For Love

This is one of those bands who I've heard good things about for a few years now but never really paid much attention to. But two things happened recently which gave me the opportunity...

Firstly, as mentioned previously, I rejoined eMusic. I used to be a member a few years back but belt-tightening and a sense that I'd exhausted all the good music on there caused me to put my membership on hold. I gave the site a trawl again recently and was pleased by how many desirable records I saw... either they've enlisted a bunch of new artists or my tastes have broadened. Although I'd always prefer to have the CD, the fact I can download a full album for under a fiver (half that if they're having one of their booster pack sales) was enough to tempt me back. The belt gets ever tighter (and not only because of middle-aged spread).

Secondly, I heard Bob Harris play a great track from BT's latest effort, All Across This Land on his late night / early morning show a few weeks back. When I saw the album on eMusic, I hit download... and it's quickly turned into one of my favourite albums of the year (although, as with many of my favourite albums this year, it was actually released in 2015).

All Across This Land has a classic American rock sound - a couple of the tracks could well be Tom Petty at his best, while the one I've chosen today is Bob Seger doing Springsteen. I'm at the age now where there's no bigger compliment of a record than to say: you thought they didn't make them like this anymore. Well, think again...

All the boys sit on the fender
As they watch the sun go down
And the lights shine like the end of things
On the darkest side of town
Where we grew up here in Oregon
Raking fields after the rain
And the west was all the world was
Now the west just fades away
Yeah the best of friends
The worst of luck
It never turned our hearts to stone
We were stupid, strange and young at heart
And all we wanted was to rock and roll
Yeah all we wanted was to rock and roll