Showing posts with label Zapp. Show all posts
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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.



Sunday, 30 November 2025

Snapshots #424: Songs About Weights & Measures

Yesterday we had Emma Stone, today it's Sharon. Two Stones!

Here are a few more weights and measures... 


15. Wolfed me taco… but ended up feeling out of sorts.

"Wolfed me taco" was an anagram.

Fleetwood Mac – The Chain

14. Capital resident, eh?

The capital of Canada (where I've heard they say "eh" a lot) is Ottawa.

Ottowan - Hands Up

13. Dip a digit in the flour.

Powderfinger - The Metre

12. There’s nothing Large about the Little Tramp.

No L in Chaplin leaves us with...

Harry Chapin – 30,000 Pounds Of Bananas

11. Inventive mother, mostly.


Frank Zappa was a Mother of Invention. Most of Zappa is...


10. Country Goth.

Goths wear black. He'd grow up to do the same...

Johnny Cash - Five Feet High & Rising

9. Bladdered bladder (for bile).

Bile is in the Gall bladder. So that gives us Gall on drunk. Or...

Gallon Drunk - Gallon Drunk

8. So long, Traitors.

So long, Marianne, said Leonard. Traitors fans will get the rest. (I don't watch it, but everyone else seems to.)

Marianne Faithfull - Full Fathom Five

7. City of Bulls and Bantams.

One for sports fans!

Bradford - A Pint Of Bitterness

6. Lazy gits.

Idles - Gram Rock

5. Red grave dug for extinct TV company.

Vanessa Redgrave & Carlton TV.

Vanessa Carlton - A Thousand Miles

4. Greek Valhalla.

Elysian Fields - Black Acres

3. Met Jesus in the Wilderness.

Temptations - Papa Was A Rollin' Stone

2. Horse.

A Man Called...

Richard Harris - The Yard Went On Forever

I'll have some of what Jimmy Webb was smoking.

1. Inspiration for the original No Kings protests.

I understand the other dinosaurs were all up in arms about their tyrannical king...

Tyrannosaurus Rex - One Inch Rock


Oh, and in case you're wondering, I left this one out because it would have made the whole thing far too easy...

Tennessee Ernie Ford - Sixteen Tonnes

More of this nonsense next Saturday... will you measure up?


Thursday, 12 June 2025

Celebrity Jukebox #138: Sly Stone


When Ben messaged me about the death of Sly Stone earlier this week, I misread his text as Sly Stallone. I need to wear my glasses when looking at my phone.


Others will no doubt write far better eulogies for Sly of the Family Stone than I can. (Swiss Adam and Khayem already have.) I have to confess to not knowing much about him beyond the headlines, but I did enjoy his music. Plus, without Sly Stone, I don't reckon we'd have had Prince... at least not in the way we remember Prince. And that would have been a tragedy.


And so did these guys, I guess...


Danced to the music
And I sang a simple song
I was thankful and thoughtful
Sly Stone came along
'Cause he took me higher
And he made me see


It's good to look in your eyes
Knowing your eyes aren't the bottom of the soul
Because they high kick me like
Sly Stone on the cover of Fresh


Do you remember Sly Stone?
(What city did he come from Roger?)


In my script there's a love scene, picture it
Candles with warm apple cider
Sly stone on the radio
Oh, caress your funky dreads in the candle's glow
Whisper in my ear
'Cause I'm in the mood for love


I could be Sly Stone of the family crew
I could be big bad Daddy Warbucks
And love you too


See my hip bone connected to my thigh bone
Club Funkateers and it's a family like Sly Stone


Dancin' in my kitchen with Sly Stone's permission
Lit my ignition, cursing fascist apparitions


Musicians populate my dreams
My band members old and new
Certain Rolling Stones I
An MacDonald from King Crimson
David Bowie showing me round Dryden Chambers
Thighpaulsandra, Sly Stone
Amy Winehouse still alive
Vivian Stanshall punning in a cafe


Alright, I want you to get onboard this train
We're gonna make one stop, that’s all, just one
We're goin' to the place where James Brown, Gladys Knight & The Pips
Isaac Hayes, Al Green, Grand Funk, Sly Stone, The Bar-Kays, The Ohio Players
And everybody we know is funkin’ down there


And there were many more. But I'm sure they'd all admit, they're not a patch on the original...


As I was finishing this post off last night, the news came through about Brian Wilson.

Damn.

That's going to be a hard one to process...

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