Of course. But you can’t guarantee you can speak to PigPen.
BS dude, Wayne Newton’s young singing voice was amazingly polished…whether or not you like the genre of music, you have to give him props for those pipes.
NO argument there…one of the most insipid songs I’ve ever heard.
What? I love that song!
Indeed.
It is a superb post-feminist diatribe on the methods applied to break through the silence enforced by the overarching male heirarchy.
Also, spatter-paint shirts and mullets.
Well, it’s advice to a gambler after all, or really any risky profession. To die in your sleep means a peaceful death, not a violent one, say at the hands of a sore loser, or some other ne’er-do-wells.
But a gambler who never counts their money when they’re sitting at the table wouldn’t go very far.
Diane Young by Vampire Weekend.
According to Wikipedia, this made number 11 as a single. I can imagine the guys in this band sitting around and goofing off after finding an autotuner and then throwing in some Atari-esque synthesizer. I would also imagine that the music executive that heard this probably said "OK, nice first draft. Now make the song for real this time."Actually, they were the stuff of science fiction when that song came out (in 1969; Louise Brown wouldn’t be born for another nine years). The song probably owes more to Brave New World than to then-current events.
He was inspired by Willie Nelson (by way of Faron Young).
Agreed about “Him,” but “The People That You Never Get to Love” leaves them both in the dust.
Heard it again at the grocery store today…Whoever the hell does that song with the “tearing me, tearing me, tearin’ me a-paa-aaaaaaaaaaht…”
It’s the only part in the song that I can make out over the crummy sound system - the rest of the song could sound like Ernie Johnson snoring for all I know/care.
Jewel had a nice little run of singles in the '90s. That’s the one that’s kind of a tedious dud, “Foolish Games”.
Can’t do much better (or worse) than “hey Jude,” or the “Horse with no name” song, or the one about the cake being left out in the rain (“MacArthur Park”). Stink, stank, stunk, all three of 'em.
Bingo. I never liked those tunes even in their heyday either. I didn’t hate them, but I tolerated them as background noise…within reason.
What pisses me off is those who use a kind of “appeal to authority” ( or more like “appeal to Wall St.” ) argument today to “prove” that banal muck was/is/will be great. Yes, I’m quite sure XYZ watered-down light beer is “great”…they sell so much of it!!!. :smack:
A bit late, but the answer is spelled out in the chorus :
Johnny,
We’re sorry,
Won’t you come on home
We worry,
Won’t you come on
What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night
I really like this song, although the singer’s voice is indeed… peculiar. But the groove and lyrics seal the deal for me.
Ah, thanks - heh, for some reason, I get her mixed up with Adele. I’m only vaguely familiar with just smidgeons of their hits (like in my previous example) so it’s possible the comparison could be utterly outta whack.
In particular, the “h-we h-wor-ray” vocalization really picks me.
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Forgot to mention about Horrible Old Cannibals - in “Drives Me Crazy”, I’m driven crazy by the electronic sound of the “snare drum”.
Heard this today through some crackling muzak and was like - aw man I thought I forgot about this sappy, re-regurgitated steamer.
hip Dick Clark intro