Snapshots #314: A Top Ten Carrie Songs

The late, great Carrie Fisher introduces our Top Ten Carrie songs. Yesterday's image of Sissy Spacek would have been an extra clue for anyone who remembers her break-out performance.

Let's Carrie on with the songs...

10. How I wish we were still together.

Don't get me started on Brexit.

Europe - Carrie

Don't dance with your hands in your pockets, Joey.

9. One's highest degree of enemy.

A doctorate is the highest degree you can get a university. 

This week's Number One was the Peter Pan of Pop. 

Peter Pan's enemy was Captain Hook.

Dr. Hook - Carry Me, Carrie

8. A river runs through it.

Rivers run through valleys.

Frankie Valli - Carrie (I Would Marry You)

I presume this was a few years after he carried her books from school.

7. Daddy sang bass.

Her Daddy was Johnny Cash. 

Roseanne Cash - Carrie

A lullaby for her third daughter, Carrie.

6. Hunter, Wood, Valance.

Holly Hunter, Hollywood, Holly Valance...

The Hollies - Carrie Anne

5. Don't you cry for me.

No, it's not Argentina.

Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me...

Although Ms. Ungerleider no longer records under that name, since she delved into the controversial history of the old deep south song. 

Oh Susanna - Carrie Lee

4. Shuddering river goddess.

Styx was both a goddess of the underworld and a river into it. It translates as "shuddering".

Styx - Carrie Anne

3. What's up? Is a pompom useful to find the answer in?

What's up, doc?

Is a pompom useful?

Doc Pomus - Work, Little Carrie

2. Jeans, vests, fun!

Anagram!

Sufjan Stevens - Carrie & Lowell

1. Never grew up. 

It's the Peter Pan of Pop!

Cliff Richard - Carrie

Another song that reminds me of my childhood. Thanks, Tel.

Carrie yourself back here next Saturday for more of the same...

Hot 100 #71

The band SR-71 (named after a Lockheed fighter plane) have actually featured on this blog before as they recorded the original version of my favourite Bowling For Soup Song, 1985. They also had a couple other minor hits, most notably Right Now. Worth a listen if you like the early noughties American guitar band sound of Blink-182 et al.

Songwise, the number 71 proved much trickier for you guys. In fact, this is the closest this feature has yet got to...

Alyson tried her best with '71 I Think I'll Make A New World by the Magnetic Fields, from one of my favourite albums of last year, but as I may have mentioned when I began this feature many, many weeks ago, I'd ruled that album out; otherwise I could have featured one of its songs every week so far. Each track on the album is about one year in Stephin Merritt's life, so I could have chosen this glorious gem for '78 or this belter for '77 or this euphoric classic for '76... well, you get the picture. Time will sadly run out for this as an option come '66 Wonder Where I'm From, the opening track on 50 Song Memoir. Until then, you're welcome to suggest them even though technically they're disqualified.

The only other suggestion this week came from Rigid Digit - and yes, it was another one that could have satisfied multiple entries on this countdown: Saturday Gigs by Mott The Hoople...

In Seventy-one all the people come

Bust a few seats but it's just in fun

Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops

We play better than they do

That one's only got a couple more weeks to run too.

What else did I find lurking in my record collection for Number Seventy-One then?

The final track on the album Black Cadillac by Roseanne Cash is called 0:71. The record was written while Cash was dealing with the recent loss of her mother (Johnny's first wife, Vivian Liberto Cash Distin), stepmother (June) and father, but 0:71 isn't actually a song... it's 71 seconds of silence. One second for every year of Johnny's life. A cool tribute, but hardly a "song" I can choose to represent 71 in the Hot 100.

Fortunately, I didn't have to rely on it because I also found this, from the late Jason Molina's second band (his first was Songs: Ohia). Some nice, laidback Americana for a Tuesday morning...



Which brings us to 70. Hopefully there'll be less tumbleweed next week, though I still expect some Mott The Hoople...