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Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts

Friday, 28 August 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #85: Tim Curry


I'm not one of those people who cherishes The Rocky Horror Picture Show as a highpoint in movie/musical history. Neither am I one of those people who hates the very mention of its name. I thought it was a pretty good movie, watched it a couple of times, had a laugh or two (I particularly like the bit with Meat Loaf)... but never felt the need to dress up and sing the songs at a revival night.


I don't have the legs for it.

Still, as powerful as that performance may well be, it'd be a shame if it was all we remembered Tim Curry for. He was also the original Pennywise, from the 1990 adaptation of Stephen King's It... not a classic, but better than the recent two part movie series (one good film, one terrible film - and they shouldn't have been split up to past and present like that anyway, it diminished the story). He was the Darkness in Legend and Long John Silver in Muppet Treasure Island. Perhaps not the most illustrious of career paths when you look at his full résumé, but that wicked twinkle of his eye generally improved any movie he showed up in.

Tim also gets a name drop from top Aussie hip hop group The Hilltop Hoods... always worth a spin.


And the thought of him helps Anna B. Savage finish... erm... what she's doing... in the song below...


I was actually quite surprised how many times Tim's name crops up in song...

I am Tim Curry from "It" 
My heart is made out of shit


Went to see a movie
Face wasn't Tim Curry
I think I'm going to pop
I don't think I can stop


Living in a haunted home
Would be fine if I lived with a friend
It'd be no worry
If I lived with Tim Curry
But I don't, so this nightmare won't end


You may argue that some of those are even less illustrious than the lesser movies Tim appeared in... but immortality is immortality.

I've saved the best for last though. Not many of Tim's obits will mention his brief turn as a pop star, releasing three albums in the late 70s / early 80s. Coincidentally, I featured one of his best tracks on last week's Snapshots. But here's his biggest hit (#91 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1979)...



Thursday, 27 August 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #84: Dolly Parton

There aren't that many true icons left, and this week we lost another.

Dolly might not mean the same to other people in my generation as she did to me... but they probably didn't grow up listening to Terry Wogan.







In my head, every one of those was a Top Ten hit, yet in reality only the first two troubled the UK charts (9 To 5 got to #47... can you believe that?). Despite that, Dolly is one of the few artists I've come across to have a separate discography page for Albums and Singles on iffypedia... so I doubt she worried much about her British record sales.

Dolly defined country music glamour.

Dolly had her own bridge and theme park.

Dolly single-handedly cured Covid. (Well, she did a hell of a lot more than most politicians.)

Like Tina Turner before her, I thought Dolly would go on forever.

I can't believe she's gone - and she was only 80.

Here are some songs for Dolly...







And a few choice lyrical mentions...

Johnny Cash in black, over on a countryside
Dolly Parton, ha, Loretta Lynn
Don't forget Charley Pride


I'm stuck in Spokane in a motel room
Lord, I wish I had a Dolly Parton tape


Ladies, ladies
In my kitchen baking cake is Betty Crocker
Ladies, ladies
Dolly Parton's in my pool
And Aunt Jemima's acting cool


Dolly Parton was queen
Billy Joel the boss
We were uptown, downtown, little bit of Motown
With Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross


Dolly Parton and Lord Byron
They said patriotism is the last refuge
But now its me


Larry Hagman, Sally Field
And Dolly Parton, me oh my
It's all yours at
Samson and Delilah's beauty shop


We've been gone for way too long
Can't count all the roads we've been down
Try to keep it between the ditches
Till the Dolly Parton bridge is in the front window



There's a lot more where they came from, but I'm still on holiday.

Finally then, here's Dolly at her very best...



Monday, 3 August 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #83: Bill Oddie

Ben messaged me in the middle of last week to pass on the news of Bill Oddie's departure. "If your blog isn't full of The Funky Gibbon for the whole of the week, then that's disrespectful."

Sadly, Sam and I were in Birmingham for most of last week, so this is the first chance I've had...


But there's much more to Bill than just the Gibbon. Just ask his feathered friends...


That'll have cleaned out your lugholes.

Before the Goodies, Bill was a musician with an eccentric catalogue, including a version of the Yorkshire Anthem sung in the style of Joe Cocker...


A tribute to a beloved crooner-turned-DJ...


And a song about knitting...


Apparently he also did a version of the Andy Pandy theme tune in the style of Wilson Pickett, but I can't find that anywhere.

Perhaps most famous of all though, Bill appears in a infamous mondegreen in Madonna's 1992 hit Erotica...

Bill Oddie,
Bill Oddie,
Put your hands all over my body...


Unfortunately, he never made it into a Half Man Half Biscuit, unlike that other famous celebrity birdspotter, Phil Cool. There's always someone cooler than you.


Wednesday, 22 July 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #82: Kevin Keegan


Usually it's Ben who informs me of the latest candidates for this feature, but yesterday morning it was Sam who announced that Kevin Keegan was no longer with us.

When I was growing up, I paid very little attention to sport, so I knew very few sporting celebrities. Ian Botham. Steve Davis. John McEnroe, obviously. But as football was the sport I liked the least (let's be honest: I actively hated it), my knowledge of footballers was worst of all. I went out of my way to not know who they were.

All that said, I knew Kevin Keegan. And not because of this...


I was pretty certain Nigel Blackwell must have mentioned Kevin Keegan in a song at some point, but all I could find was this...

Bubble perm
Ever since your bubble perm, 
I've gone ex-directory, just in case you need me


Paul Heaton though, he gave Kevin the immortality he deserves...

Nearly, we were actually the reason
Footballer and popstar would perform
All they really wanted was cuddle and a hug
And an XXL like me to keep them warm

Nearly did I get myself run over
When Kevin Keegan clearly blew a kiss
Nearly did we get beat up by bouncers
When Elton John we caused his train to miss


Here's something very loud, with an amusing title.


And here's something a lot easier on the ears...


And here's a tribute from a German ska band...


But like many of the stars featured in this jukebox, Kevin Keegan probably deserves a better song to eulogise him. 

Perhaps he can share one with Jennifer Finch, bass player with L7, who also sadly died of cancer earlier this week... 



Thursday, 16 July 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #81: Sam Neill


Gone to hunt the great T-Rex in the sky.

As the celebrity jukebox has taught us, true immortality only exists in song... or if you have a band named after you.

This lot are unbearably loud, but they did in which every track was named after a movie Sam Neill appeared in. And it's worth noting that when they posted it on bandcamp back in 2012, "Any potential profit from the sale of this album will go to buying our bassist gear, as his amp and guitar were stolen." I hope they made enough. You may disagree.


Here's something a little easier on the ears from Tampa, Florida...


And finally, a lyrical nod from Aussie band BREADCLUB, with added T-Rex...

I don't feel like myself
Feeling like I’m in a movie
With Sam Neill
When I was in the eighties


I can't help thinking Sam deserved a better tribute, so here's a song about a Sam, by a T-Rex. Let's go out on a high...



Friday, 10 July 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #80: Bonnie Tyler


We interrupt our scheduled programming for a tribute to Bonnie Tyler, who died on Wednesday. Those of you waiting with bated breath for the Cancel Culture Club postscript... it'll be here next week, I promise. But Bonnie takes priority.

Regular readers of this nonsense will know that I'm a huge fan of the overblown melodramatic glory of Jim Steinman. Nobody has stretched the pure essence of the rock n roll mythos to such wonderfully ludicrous extremes, and in Meat Loaf, Jim found the perfect voice for his theatrical, sturm und drang histrionics. 

However, there were times when Meat just wasn't available. Either because he'd knackered his voice from all that bawling... or because he and Jim weren't quite seeing eye to eye. When that happened, Jim tried singing the tunes himself... but most people agreed he wasn't quite up to the job... and that's when he discovered Bonnie Tyler.

Up until then, Welsh chanteuse Gaynor Sullivan had been carving about a pretty decent career singing reasonably average tunes like Lost In France and It's A Heartache. I'm guessing Jim must have heard one of these, because in 1983 he offered her a song written for Meat which looked like it wasn't ever going to get recorded. And the rest is history...


Other Steinman / Tyler collaborations followed - not all of them hits, but all of them amazing.




Winnipeg punk band The Washups pay tribute to the latter of those here...


And here are a few more lyrical tributes...



And I'm not Bonnie Tyler, and I'm not Toni Braxton
And this song is not gonna save your relationship


Losing Bonnie Tyler will be accepted by many people as just another dead star... but for me, after saying goodbye to both Jim and Meat not so long ago, this feels like the end of an era. Still, given the grand mythology of angels and devils, heaven and hell that they all dabbled in... I like to think they'll be re-united and singing with the seraphim as we speak.

We'll close today with another Steinman/Tyler favourite, this one featuring Todd Rundgren on guest vocals...


Rest in peace, Bonnie. You were magnificent.

Wednesday, 1 July 2026

Wednesday, 17 June 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #78: David Hockney


So I'm in the Tate
And I'm looking at a Hockney
And oh, Sweet Jesus!
There's something about that blue
It touches me deep inside
Amazes me when I step outside
I'm sweating
I'm sweating
I'm beginning to palpitate
I can't help myself
I just can't help myself

Modern art
Makes me
Want to rock out!


I don't know a lot about art, but I like a fair bit of David Hockney's work. He used colour very well. 




I figured there wouldn't be a shortage of songs that mentioned the world-famous, Bradford-born artist... and I wasn't wrong. There's even a song that beat Sting to the punch...


Defecting Russian dancers dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdale's, gift-wrapped in red

No, that's not the Sting song. Kevin & Lol got there first. 

What else can we find?

Crayon drawing on the label
Looks like a David Hockney
But I knew it probably wouldn’t taste nice
Yet somehow it grabbed me


How about some Hamish?

It's the quiet times that really do me in
Disastrous indecision, walking in the shadow of a drawing pin
In a raincoat, on a Monday etc
Mocking all of my Hockney ephemera
Rare plagiarisms, superimpositions of Karen and Cohen


Meanwhile, Dan Bern is going to have to do a rewrite...

I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much
Warhol's dead
David Hockney's still alive
I don't need to paint


Jake Shillingford likes to swim in a Hockney pool too...

Take a dip into the Hockney blue
Your heart will lead your hands
And you will fly
Dive

And, of course, Nigel has something to say...

Well, I just cycled in to the
Pine floored living room
Pissed on the mystics
Scoffed at the Hockney
Took all the road signs
Back to the council
Put my foot through the TV
Not that they’d notice
Winced at the film trivia
Book at the bog-side
Burst all the bean bags
Smoked all the French fags
Hey Mr. Gauloises
Où est le hubcaps?


Then there's these guys...

I want to be in magazines
And be part of the scene
I want to see my paintings hang
In every gallery
I want the world to stop and stare
Whenever it sees me
But most of all I want to be
In David Hockney's diaries


Final word today though comes from another famous Yorkshire artist, this one in poetry, not paint...



Wednesday, 10 June 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #77: Anthony Head


If this were a paranoid conspiracy part of the internet, we might be wondering if there was a curse on Buffy The Vampire Slayer. First, the proposed revival / reboot series was cancelled with very little explanation. Then actor Nicholas Brandon, who played Xander through the show's entire run from 1997–2003, died of "natural causes" back in March. He was the same age as me. And now, we hear of the passing of Anthony Head, aka Rupert Giles, a little bit older, but no age really (he was 72). 

If you never watched Buffy, you might recall Head playing the Prime Minister in Little Britain, or his recurring role as Hannah Waddingham's estranged husband in Ted Lasso. And if that still doesn't ring any bells, well... here's his brother.


Both brothers appeared in the lead role in Chess back in the 80s... but only Murray got on Top of the Pops. Anthony got his chance to sing on TV a little later...
 

If that's all a little Broadway for your tastes, then here's Manchester band Cruush with their very own tribute to Anthony Head's most famous character...

Now that I’m older
I don't feel much wiser
I just feel frozen
Waiting for the earth to swallow me whole...



Thursday, 28 May 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #76: Dennis Locorriere


It's pushing 30° as I write this so I don't have much enthusiasm for a long post - fortunately Alyson has done all the hard work for me. I was sad to learn from her blog that Dr. Hook frontman Dennis Locorriere has joined the heavenly choir last week - there he is, pictured above with the good Doctor himself.

Alyson's tribute was far better than anything I could have written, but I was reminded of two old posts from this blog which might do in lieu of anything fresh...




Rest in peace, Dennis.



Thursday, 30 April 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #75: Gerry Conway


Who killed Gwen Stacy?

Was it Norman Osborn, the criminally insane businessman who liked to fly around on a motorised bat, dressed in a green and purple Goblin costume? He was the one who tossed her off the Brooklyn Bridge, laughing maniacally as she plunged towards the icy waters of the East river.

The Daily Bugle, of course, would immediately claim that Gwen was killed by Spider-Man... and for a while, the evidence did point towards him. Grief stricken, the young man behind the mask appeared to admit his culpability to police before fleeing the scene. And there are still those who believe it wasn't the fall that killed Gwen, but the sudden jolt of being caught by Spider-Man's web as he desperately tried to save her.


In truth though, Gwen's killer was neither of the above. It was 21 year old comic book writer Gerry Conway, the young man given the daunting responsibility of taking over from Stan Lee on the Amazing Spider-Man comic back in 1972, when he was still a teenager. Some say comics grew up when Gwen Stacy died, and while that's a little too dismissive of the work that preceded this issue, it's certainly true that they were never the same again.


Gerry Conway went on to create The Punisher, Ms. / Captain Marvel, and many other important characters for both Marvel and DC, before moving on to work in TV. The Spider-Man stories he wrote, both in the 70s, and when he returned to the character in the late 80s, are such a big part of my life, it's hard to express their impact. Thank you, Gerry... and I've forgiven you for killing Gwen, even if some people still hold it against you.



Friday, 10 April 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #74: Chip Taylor


It's been a busy week, so this is the earliest opportunity I've had to pay tribute to singer and songwriter Chip Taylor who died towards the end of March. I write a lot of these eulogies lately, and every one of them affects me in some way or other (otherwise, I wouldn't write them), but even then... the news of Chip's death hit me hard. Because through the songs he wrote in the latter part of his career, I felt like I knew him. Whenever I listened to one of his new records, it began to feel like I was catching up with an old friend. I felt like we had a certain simpatico, even though he was thirty years older than me and lived half a world away. I knew where he was coming from. 


I only really discovered Chip Taylor in 2019 when I heard the above song on the radio. But it turned out that I'd known his songs much, much longer.

Because back in 1965, Chip wrote this...


And then, a couple of years later, he wrote this, a song I became very familiar with as a child because the 1981 version by Juice Newton was a firm favourite of my old friend Tel...


 Along the way, Chip also wrote many other fine records...











Chip released a number of solo albums in the 70s, and then apparently spent most of the 80s playing blackjack and betting on horse races, only curing himself of that particular addiction following the death of his mother in the mid-90s. After that, he returned to recording and released some wonderfully individual and idiosyncratic solo records, as well as a string of excellent collaborations.





But I always come back to this one in the end. Thank you, Chip. Rest easy, fella. Thank god you weren't one of the perfect people...



Monday, 23 March 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #73: Chuck Norris


Chuck Norris was once bitten by a king cobra; after ten excruciating minutes, the cobra died.

Ben messaged me midway through Friday afternoon to pass on the news that Chuck Norris had passed. My immediate reaction?

No. Way.

There would have been an expletive in the middle of that, but I was at work.

When Chuck Norris does push-ups, he doesn't push himself up, he pushes the Earth down.

I can't say I was ever a fan of Chuck Norris, but I'm still glad he existed. I do have fond memories of seeing his movies every Saturday afternoon in the local video shop. The ACTION MOVIES shelf was right next to the HORROR MOVIES shelf. My attention was always focused solely on the latter - unless I'd decided I wanted to watch Back To The Future or Ferris Bueller's Day Off again. Beyond Die Hard and Lethal Weapon, I didn't have much interest in the action films.

If you have $5 and Chuck Norris has $5, Chuck Norris has more money than you.

Back in the early days of the internet, Chuck Norris Facts became one of the first memes. They may have originated with a writer called Ian Spector who eventually published a series of collections, but many were just made up by people online. They played up to the idea that Chuck Norris was the toughest guy on the planet, and although Norris himself downplayed their significance, it's clear they played a big part in turning an average B-movie into a living, breathing icon.

Chuck Norris didn't dial the wrong number. You picked up the wrong phone.

This one was always my favourite.

Chuck Norris counted to infinity… twice.

Speaking of counting, I broke the lyrics search engine when I asked it to suggest songs with Chuck Norris in them. There are literally THOUSANDS of them. Most of them are rap songs, because toughness by association is a number one device in rap lyrics. Most of them weren't very good either. Chuck Norris deserved better. 

Here are a couple I liked...

I could never die, I'm Chuck Norris 
Fuck the government and fuck Boris

Stormzy - Vossi Bop

I want to kill Chuck Norris
And my trick is the invisible fist

Ice Cube - Street Fighter

Chuck Norris's Social Security number is the last nine digits of pi.

And here's one I've actually been listening to lately, from the world's best pop-punk pranksters, Bowling For Soup. This is a song about a woman who's got an abusive boyfriend, and what B4S would like to do to him...

I wish Bruce Lee was here right now
(With his fists of fury)
With his trusty nun-
Chuck Norris is still alive
So let's call up Walker, Texas Ranger
All the dudes from Danger Danger
Let's get the A-Team, 50-Cent with his bling-bling
And a couple of prison guards...

It takes a bad man to slap her around.
Such a tough guy to keep such a good girl down.
She's wearing shades but we all see
Behind the tinted glass.
And I've got 99 biker friends
That wanna kick your ass.

Bowling For Soup - 99 Biker Friends

Speaking of Chuck's long-running TV show, Walker, Texas Ranger... let's not forget that he did a Dennis Waterman on that...


There was once a street named after Chuck Norris, but the name was changed as nobody crosses Chuck Norris and lives.

There's even a band named after him. Ladies and gentleman, I give you... The Chuck Norris Experiment.


So yeah, when I heard Chuck Norris was dead, my reaction was a firm No. Way.

Because if Chuck can go, the rest of us are screwed.

We really are in the End Times now.

Wednesday, 4 March 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #72: Neil Sedaka


All I need to say about the late, great Neil Sedaka can be heard in the songs below...

Neil Sedaka - Oh! Carol

Neil Sedaka - Calendar Girl

Captain & Tennille - Love Will Keep Us Together

Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons - Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Neil Sedaka - Laughter in the Rain

Tony Christie - Is This The Way To Amarillo 

If he'd only written one of those, his name would deserve to go down in legend... but he was a co-writer on all of them, and many more.

Here are a few lyrical tributes...

Diggin' a record on the juke box
I nearly makes me want to cry
You always thought it was a cracker
The one by Sedaka 'bout away to say goodbye

Not sure about rhyming Sedaka with cracker, guys.


Boulder Colorado one nine sixty five
In a four piece cover band, called Peter and the wolves
What we lacked in musical got skill
We made up raising hell
But peter's grandmother's
Uncle's friend
Knew neil sedaka's manager who said he would send
My funky little band on a national tour
So we waited by the phone
And we waited, and we waited some more


(Yes, Kevin is one of the Bacon Brothers.)

And I'm a host when my best friends come over
And kinda a hostess when they've finally gone away
I can sing up a song just like Neil Sedaka
I've got it covered, I'm kinky, straight, and gay


And finally, here's one for George... all 32 minutes of it...

Some men say he could fly some men say he could swim
Others say he could sing like Neil Sedaka
And all the girls in flushing would be amazed of him

We close the jukebox today though with one of my favourite Neil Sedaka songs, given a new sheen by another late great - Mark Lanegan.



Monday, 23 February 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #71: Robert Duvall


If you appeared in The Godfather, even if it was a relatively small role, chances are that'll take top billing in your obituary. For me though, when I think of Robert Duvall, I think of the man who loved the smell of Napalm in the morning. Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore from Apocalypse Now.


And taking us back to a story I wrote about a couple of weeks back, Bob Duvall also played one of the most famous fictional characters to give his name to a 90s indie band in the 1962 adaptation of To Kill A Mockingbird.


And in case you're wondering (as I did), he was no relation to Shelly Duvall from The Shining (although her Dad was called Robert). But he did star in the TV adaptation of Larry McMurtry's western Lonesome Dove... and that gives me an excuse to play another tune by Larry's son, James. And if they ever made a movie out of the song below, Robert Duvall would have been the perfect casting...


Here are a couple of eclectic lyrical references...

At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm loving you down freak


CNN with no bad news, 
Stevie Ray playing the blues, 
Robert Duvall in any role, 
John 3:16 to a troubled soul.


And then, the main event. Because Robert Duvall could turn his hand to music at times. 

Here he is in 1983, in the movie Tender Mercies, in which he played down and out country singer, Mac Sledge...


Here he is with Emmylou Harris, from the soundtrack of the movie The Apostle in 1997...


And here he is, a cappella, in the soundtrack to the excellent 2009 Jeff Bridges movie Crazy Heart...


Rest in peace, Bob.

Thursday, 19 February 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #70: The Reverend Jesse Jackson


In a world where so many prominent politicians are just plain EVIL... it's a shame when we lose one of the half-decent ones.

Here are some cool songs for the late Reverend...

Zapp - Jesse Jackson

Billy Young - Jesse Jackson For President

Leslie Isaiah Gaines – Jesse (Didn't Get No Justice) / The Jesse Jackson Blues

Don Patterson - Jesse Jackson

Grandmaster Flash & Melle Mel - Jesse

Of course, not everyone agreed with everything Jesse had to say...

Jesse you say common ground, does that include the PLO?
What about people right here right now who fought for you not so long ago?
The words that flow so freely falling dancing from your lips
I hope that you don't cheapen them with a racist slip, oh common ground
Is common ground a word or just a sound?
Common ground, remember those civil rights workers buried in the ground

But I reckon even Lou would have preferred Jesse to more Ronald Raegan!

Would we take Jesse Jackson?
Hell, we'd take Michael Jackson!

Gil Scott-Heron - Re-Ron

I saved this one till last. Turns out Kris was one of Jesse Jackson's biggest fans... and that's good enough for me.



Friday, 30 January 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #69: Sal Buscema

I’ve been reading comics for almost fifty years now, and many of the writers and artists who were around when my obsession began are no longer with us. In the past few years, we’ve lost Stan Lee, John Romita, Jim Shooter, Neal Adams, Keith Giffen and many more.

Sal Buscema, who died earlier this week, just two days shy of his 90th birthday, is one of the last of the original Marvel artists to pass. By that, I guess I mean the artists who started out in the 60s. We lost his older brother, John, almost a quarter of a decade ago. Maybe Sal was always seen as working in his big brother’s shadow, but I preferred Sal's loser, more dynamic style. He drew some of the first comics I ever read, and he drew some of my all time favourite stories, particularly his lengthy team-up with writer J.M. DeMatteis on Spectacular Spider-Man in the 90s, a high water-mark for both storytellers.

  

Sal was a storyteller first and foremost. Unlike many of the flashier artists who came later, you could read and follow the action Sal drew without even needing word balloons or narration. His work had a sense of drama and pace that many more stylised artists never achieve. He worked as a penciller and inker at Marvel comics for almost fifty years, with only a brief spell at DC. In that time he must have drawn every big Marvel character – Spider-Man, the Hulk, Captain America, Thor, the Avengers… in my head, I can picture issues of all their books, drawn by Sal.

And he was the first one to draw the Hulk’s love of beans.

Goodnight Sal. Thanks for so many great memories.

The Wedding Present – Spider-Man On Hollywood

Bill Callahan – The Ballad of the Hulk

Em Beihold – Spider-Man


Friday, 2 January 2026

Celebrity Jukebox #67: Brigitte Bardot (Part 1)

Of all the celebrities featured in the Jukebox since it began, Brigitte Bardot must surely be one with the most songs written about her. So much so, I've no chance of squeezing them all into one post.

It's ironic then that I know very little about Bardot beyond her iconography. Despite being quite the cinephile in my younger days, I'm not even sure I've ever seen one of her films. Clearly I need a crash course in Bardot. Let's see what I can learn from her many, many fans...

Let's start with another Wild Thing - Mr. Chip Taylor. He usually knows what he's talking about...

And the moving pictures move in sexy ways
These days
Son, lay low
Don't go...
To see Bardot


If I heed Chip's warning, this post won't go any further. 

Maybe I'll ask Chrissie Hynde...

When love walks in the room
Everybody stand up
Oh, it's good, good, good
Like Brigitte Bardot


Let's see what a Big Jessie thinks of Ms. B...

And if you use your...use your 'magination,
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot.


Next, a California band who are obviously Francophiles...

Summer nights in Saint-Tropez
All the charlatans game play
I saw Brigitte Bardot
In a blue shuttered window


What about old Grumpy Pants? What has he got to say for himself?

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?
I said my friend, John, Brigitte Bardot!


Everyone's got an opinion on this lady - even the fleas!

Well, the doggie went to see a show
And there he saw Brigitte Bardot
The naughty flea said, "What a feast!
She really is a delicious beast."


From a Flea to a Fish...

The surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
A Casio concerto entertains you while you hold
Your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot
A Dali or Picasso for his wall


And what about the Ants?

What had passed the night before
Room 1206 on the floor
Beautiful, his Bardot
And though he's spoiled
She likes him so


And Lloyd, of course, loves his old movie stars...

Julie got a facelift you know she's only 33
Jesus, may I give thanks to Brigitte Bardot


From Lloyd to Laurie...

Brigitte Bardot's toes
Turning the taps on the bubble bath
Carrie Fisher’s gold bikini
Diane Keaton’s laugh
Audrey Hepburn in her pyjamas
Anne in 'Day of Wrath’
Oh, they are nothing
Oh, they are nothing
But just Technicolor stills
Passing cinematic thrills
Oh, yeah, you are the one for whom I reserve chills


...to Little Feat...

She used to model as a child
With Bardot's looks and Gigi's laughter
Enfant terrible creation
Of a sockless adman's mind


Liz?

And I was pretending that I was in
A Galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte Bardot
'Cause I had on my headphones along with those eyes
That you get when your circumstance is movie-sized


Is that enough for today?

One more?

How about Mr. Gedge... and Terry de Castro?

You don't have to flirt with everyone just because you can
You're like Brigitte Bardot in 'And God Created Woman'


You know exactly what I mean
Your behavior borders on the obscene


In terms of jukebox tunes, Brigitte Bardot is the gift that keeps on giving.

More of these next week.

Wednesday, 24 December 2025

Celebrity Jukebox #66: Chris Rea


The Grim Reaper is always busier than normal over the festive season, but it seems particularly cruel to take Chris Rea three days before Christmas... giving crass DJs across the country a dilemma about whether they make that joke or not.

Here's an idea - don't. A great man just died. That shouldn't be an excuse to reach for the lowest hanging fruit.

Yes, I said Great Man. Because although Chris Rea often gets lumped into the Dad Rock category with Dire Straits and Robert Palmer... er... sorry, I'm not sure where I'm going with that, because I like all three of those artists - and not just now that I'm a Dad... I loved them when I was a teenager too. And this is why I'll never be accepted into the Illuminati of Cool Bloggers.

Still, Road To Hell was a cracking album, and I bought my copy long before Alan Partridge did, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
 

By the time he made it really big with that record, Chris had already been kicking around the charts for over a decade, and he'd recorded some cracking tunes along the way. Dad-Rock staples? Who cares? A good tune's a good tune.






So DJs - forget making the obvious remarks about Christopher Anton Rea's Christmas song today. A far better tune to play for Chris right now would be this one...

Tell me there's a heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa tell me that it's so...



Thursday, 11 December 2025

Celebrity Jukebox #64 – Raul Malo

Another week, another big loss to the world of music. When I messaged Ben that Raul Malo was dead, I didn’t think it’d mean much to a 30-something hipster. But he replied instantly about how Dance The Night Away was the soundtrack to his childhood summer holidays… which only goes to prove how powerful music is in cementing those pesky neural pathways in our memory banks. 

The Mavericks – Dance The Night Away

Mavericks lead singer Raul Francisco Martínez-Malo Jr. died on Monday night after 18 months fighting cancer. He was 60. I’ve got to admit that back in 1998, at the time of their biggest hit, the Mavericks rather passed me by. I only came to appreciate them much later, and Raul was the one who got me to listen again when I heard him deputising for Ricky Ross on the Another Country radio show a few years back. Malo came across as a warm, intelligent man with a passion for music, and I found this more and more evident when I started digging into his back catalogue.

The Mavericks – All You Ever Do Is Bring Me Down

Last year’s Mavericks album Moon & Stars showed us a band at the peak of their powers… all the more tragic then that we lost Raul Malo so young.



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