Showing posts with label Richard Marx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Marx. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 January 2024

Celebrity Jukebox #118: Gary Cooper


As usual, we lost a fair few famous people over the festive period - Tom Wilkinson, Bob Johnson from Steeleye Span, Jacques Delors (the man credited with Maggie's downfall) and Wish You Were Here director Bob Leland, among others - but none of them appeared in any memorable songs... so I'm taking this feature back to basics with another Hollywood legend, High Noon star Gary Cooper.

We'll start today with one for George. It's Genoese singer songwriter Lorenzo Pupeschi, aka...


Piero Antonio Franco de Benedictis was also born in Italy - though he moved to Argentina when he was 3, going on to carve quite a career for himself as a singer songwriter in the Latin American charts...


And what better to follow that than some German "cloud rap"*? (*No idea.)


What do you get when you cross Franz Ferdinand with Sparks? FFS...

He finished up his cola and the waitress thought, "So soon?"
He looked a little bit like Gary Cooper in High Noon
He left to find a movie theatre, it was shuttered down
It seemed like there were lots of things that had been shuttered down


And now some proper 80s air guitar... if you only know Richard Marx from his cheesy ballads, prepare to hate his rockier side too.

He's gonna be a leading man in the Gary Cooper mold
Now working at a pretzel stand, but it's him that's getting sold


Still rocking, Peter Criss was one of the founding members of Kiss. He was fired in 1979 for not having the right make-up*. Then he went solo... I'm guessing the song below might have been aimed at his former bandmates.

I ain't gonna be no whipping boy for you no more
I'm tired of swallowing my pride
I wanna tell you just the way I feel
I got a heart made of steel

I feel like Gary Cooper in the noonday sun
My heart's a loaded .44
I've spent a lifetime burning up inside
You can run but you can't hide

(*I made that bit up, in case Mr. Criss's lawyers are reading.)


Wild Seeds came from Austin, Texas in 1984. File them under "further investigation required"...

It wasn't in an old movie
Or Gary Cooper's face
That sunset blinded me
From that dark place
I must have blacked out
I don't recall the rest
I lost my true love
To the west


Still in Texas, here's Pat Noon, via High Noon...

He walked like Gary Cooper, he dressed like Daniel Boone
He might been a hero in a Willie Nelson tune


Bill Chinnock came from New Jersey, where he played alongside future E Street Band regulars Danny Federici and Vini Lopez in the late 60s. He never made the big time, but he did win an Emmy Award for his song Somewhere In The Night which was used as the theme tune to US soap Search For Tomorrow. 

If I'd heard this song back in the mid 80s, I would have bought it.

You've taken all my heroes
And left me with nothing but late night TV
Gary Cooper and James Dean are all I've left to see


And now for a double act who came 5th in the 1976 Eurovision Song Contest, representing Austria. They also took part in the pre-selection process for the 2004 contest, losing out to a boy band called Tie Break, after which they lodged a formal complaint that Tie Break's entry broke contest rules by being longer than 3 minutes, "clocking in at between 3:09 and 3:11 depending on the stereo used." Their complaint was not upheld.

Did you ever see a movie
Where Erroll Flynn played Robin Hood
Where Gary Cooper played a hero
And where Jane Mansfield was all nude?

Good old HolIywood is dying
Good old HolIywood is crying
Good old HolIywood is dead


From there we go to a classic example of the insecure country singer...

In my mind I'm thinner and I'm taller
Younger too with a little more hair
I saw myself going so much farther

In my mind I'm rugged and I'm charming
The hero who might save the day
Kinda' like a modern Gary Cooper


Don't worry, mate. Self Help For Cynics will be back next week.

Still in the world of country, here's the great Ray Stevens. Bugadeh bugadeh.

He did impressions of Garbo and Gary Cooper
And I tell ya friends, I thought it was super
'Cause for props he grabbed the organ players wig and a deacon's hat


Next up, some Kentish folk, from a band who've been kicking around since Waterloo and Robinson first entered the Contest...

Like a swimmer in the ocean leaves his clothes upon the shore
Like a lover in commotion drops his shoes upon the floor
Like the ghost of Gary Cooper checks his guns in at the door
I leave these songs with you


Winning the prize for best Gary Cooper rhymes are 80s hip hop duo Nice & Smooth...

My name Smooth B, yes I am a trooper
On my private house in letting lord in super
True to myself, won't ever be a snooper
Never try to hard to look like Gary Cooper
When I'm on the mic you surely a prover
If I do steal then call me a hoover


Staying in the 80s, let's hear it for the Dogs D'Amour!

You wanna be like Errol Flynn
Captain Blood was a whore
You wanna be like Gary Cooper
High on a horse
You wanna be like Lon Chaney
Howlin´ at the moon
You wanna be like Baby Glass
Give me a kiss too soon, yeah


There was one song that came up over and over again in my search today, and it was also the song that sent me down this particular rabbit hole in the first place. It was written by Irving Berlin in 1929 - I have to admit, I didn't think it was quite that old, or that Gary Cooper was even on the scene way back then, but it turns out he was an emerging star of the silent movie generation at the time. Which is why good old Irving chose to namecheck him thus...

Dressed up like a million-dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come, let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz

Puttin' On The Ritz has been recorded by all the usual suspects - Bing, Ella, Fred, Judy - as well as some more surprising interpreters...







Arguably the most famous version of the song was released in 1982 by Indonesian-Dutch (by way of Germany) synth-popper Taco. Although it didn't reach the UK Top 40, it was a worldwide one hit wonder. In the USA, it made Irving Berlin, then 95, the oldest living songwriter to ever have a hit in the Billboard Top Ten.


Sunday, 2 July 2023

Snapshots #299: A Top Ten Waiting Songs

Leonard Cohen is holding a camera in this picture. Oh yes he is. You just can't see it very well. And he's waiting for a miracle...

As we're all waiting for Snapshots #300 next week, this seemed appropriate. You may be interested to know that I have done TWO Top Ten lists of Waiting Songs (compiled while we were waiting for Sam's birth, ten years ago). And none of the songs on those lists feature here. Although Foreigner almost did.

My Top Ten Waiting Songs Volume 1

My Top Ten Waiting Songs Volume 2


10. Generic love story.

Boy Meets Girl - Waiting For A Star To Fall

9. Presumably not a Manta...

Not a MANta Ray...

Girl Ray - Waiting Ages

8. Leann Beeps with a Nondry Bat.

Two anagrams for the price of one.

Ann Peebles & Don Bryant - Waiting

7. Home to the Bunny. 

The Easter Bunny, that is...

Easterhouse - Waiting For The Red Bird

6. Lion heart in duck soup.

Richard Lionheart in a Marx Brothers movie...

Richard Marx - Right Here Waiting

Good to see he finally got a haircut.

5. You might hang around with them.

The Associates - Waiting For The Love Boat

4. What the Stormtroopers should be. 

Stargard - What You Waitin' For?

3. You've just missed your chance to get married this year, ladies.

The June Brides - Waiting For A Change

2. West TV and Oz Ann.

Anagram!

Townes Van Zandt - Waiting Around to Die

1. Gordon's alive - and doing us all some scrambled eggs for breakfast!

Flash And The Pan - Waiting For A Train

Classic.


The wait is almost over. Snapshots #300 will be here next Saturday.

Sunday, 30 September 2018

Saturday Snapshots #52 - The Answers


It's been twenty-three hours and zero days since you finished answering (most of) this week's Saturday Snapshots... and, as often is the case, the early bird walked away with the prize. Well done, C! Nothing compares to you lot...



10. Riding through Dublin or Lynchburg (but not Campbeltown) with Bruce's dad.


Dublin and Lynchburg are towns that produce Whiskey with an e. Campbeltown produces Whisky without an e. Back when I was a whiskey/y connoisseur (20+ years ago), I preferred Scotch to Irish, but Bourbon beat them both.

In the song My Hometown, an 8 year old Bruce Springsteen rides through town with his dad. This is a different song with the same title.

Yes, Martin, that is Ryan Adams. But it could also have been Tim Burgess with that haircut.

Whiskeytown - My Hometown

9. Dick Kapital ☠.


Dick Kapital was easy: Richard being Dick, Marx writing Das Kapital.

The skull & crossbones caused a lot more trouble - it's used as a hazard symbol, specifically for poisons and other lethal substances.

Nice mullet/stubble combo, by the way.

Richard Marx - Hazard

8. Earthquake breaks up angelic ork.


Easy, it seems. Anagram.

Carole King - I Feel The Earth Move

7. Short hello in Oo fancies a big dipper.


Stick hi in the middle of Oo and you get Ohio.

A big dipper is a rollercoaster.

Ohio Players - Love Rollercoaster

6. The longest key on your street.


The longest key on a keyboard is the space bar.

Space - Neighbourhood

5. Troglodyte onomatopoeia.


Troglodytes were primitives.

Crash is an onomatopoeia.

Primitives - Crash

4. Washington Butler can see clearly.


George Washington.

Robert Guillaume played the Butler Benson.

If you can see clearly, you have 20/20 vision.

George Benson - 20/20

3. Wilde meat glares at Joan Crawford.


Kim Wilde.

Meat = carne (as in carnivore).

Bette Davis glared at Joan Crawford.

Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes

2. Bad bad (almost) Beach Boy Brown ups the bidding.


Bad Bad Leroy Brown + Van Dyke Parks.

My dad used to be an auctioneer. This song always makes me think of him.

Leroy Van Dyke - The Auctioneer

1. What if Alan Bennett only wrote one monologue?


Alan Bennett wrote a series of monologues called Talking Heads. But if he'd only written one...

(If you've not seen it before, check out the Donald Trump version.)



Erm... Mandinka next Saturday. Or something.


Thursday, 5 September 2013

My Top Ten Waiting Songs (Volume 2)


We're still waiting...


10. Beach Boys - I'm Waiting For The Day

Much to Steve's horror, it came down to a toss-up between this and Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx... and you know how I love my shocking 80s tat. You'll be glad to know that sanity prevailed. For once.

9. Kathleen Edwards - What Are You Waiting For?

Any excuse to hear the gorgeous, smokey tones of one of Canada's finest...

8. Bruce Springsteen - Waitin' On A Sunny Day

Oh, I'm tired of trying to sell you on Bruce. You either believe or you're missing out.

7. The Rolling Stones - Waiting On A Friend

In which Mick 'n' Keef play pimps more interested in each other than Da Laydeez.

Back in 1980-something, somebody actually thought this video was a good idea. Nice sax, though.

6. The Flaming Lips - Waitin' For A Superman

Already included in My Top Ten Superman Songs, but too good to leave out. 

5. Bob Marley & The Wailers - Waiting In Vain

Listen to Bob and it's always a lazy sunny day. 

4. Thin Lizzy - Waiting For An Alibi

No matter what video I click on tonight, youtube keeps trying to sell me the new Justin Timberlake album. Please, youtube: check my viewing history. Am I really going to bite?
Valentino's in a cold sweat...
3. The Velvet Underground - Waiting For The Man

Although Lou Reed doesn't actually sing that, does he? One wonders if the record company tinkered with the title because it was sung by a man... although they didn't seem too bothered about all the thinly disguised drugs references. Oh, those swinging 60s...

2. Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - The Waiting
The waiting is the hardest part...
A great Byrdsy riff opens this classic from one of the most underrated bands in the world. I know they've had loads of success over the years, but Tom and the Heartbreakers still deserve more recognition.

1. Leonard Cohen - Waiting For The Miracle

I first encountered this song in the soundtrack of Quentin Tarantino and Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers. It has the perfect mix of menace and magic.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
But it sounds like bubble gum
When you're waiting for the miracle 

For the miracle to come.




Don't tell me you're still waiting for another song?
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