34 is a band, straight out of Kansas City, Missouri, one of those metal bands whose singer is in desperate need of a packet of Fisherman's Friends. Hear them roar here.
The number 34 proved to be another tricky one on the countdown, but as always you did your best to furnish me with suggestions.
Lynchie kicked off this week with a good ol' boy...
And it's up against the wall, redneck mother Mother who has raised her son so well He's 34 and drinkin' in a honky tonk Just kickin' hippies' asses and raisin' hell...
Those bloody hippies, eh?
YouTube tells me that was "made famous by J.J. Walker". I suppose that depends on your definition of the word "famous".
Next to arrive last week was Douglas, still perturbed that I hadn't chosen either Bruce or Billy last week (I know, it kills me too) who decides to go a little off the beaten track this week as a result. I'll let him explain...
Monsters of Folk were a sort of one-off supergroup of Americana folk-rock greats, made up of Conor Oberst and Mike Mogis of Bright Eyes, Jim James (My Morning Jacket) and M. Ward. They take turns songwriting and taking lead vocals, and though I love the album, it is as a result a little uneven...like they haven't fully learned each other's strengths and are in a bit of a tug of war for the reins. But there are some fantastic moments in there, including this song:
Pain was hunting me down but I gave him the slip then I fell in love with identical twins They lived 34 summers between the two of them I gave one my ego, I gave one my id Yeah, I gotta get back to my pretty little twins Don't ever buy nothin' from a man named truth Don't ever buy nothin' from a man named truth I'll tell you right now that it ain't no use Don't ever buy nothin' from a man named truth.
Pretty deep that. Shame I'm so shallow. Luckily, Douglas had that covered too with his second suggestion...
...doin' 34 shows every day And every time it's the same Look at those hippos, they're wigglin' their ears Just like they've done for the last 50 years.
Next through the doors was Martin, who offered a couple more lyrical suggestions that he wisely assessed would be in my own library...
In a week of slim pickings though, it was C who provided our salvation, with a classic Lieber/Stoller composition. C originally suggested the version by The Searchers, but then wisely directed us to the original by The Clovers. I'm rather partial to the version by The Coasters too.
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
33 next week. Should be a little easier, given revolutions per minute. What have you got for me?