Tea: Blood Orange with Honey
Music: Edison Lighthouse, "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes"; First Class, "Beach Baby"; White Plains, "My Baby Loves Lovin'";
Time: Night.
I found myself in a bubblegum mood tonight .... and perhaps the king of one-hit-wonderful confection is Tony Burrows.
He sang lead on all three of tonight's musical selections -- and had hits with two other "groups," The Pipkins ("Gimme Dat Ding") and The Brotherhood of Man ("United We Stand.")
So why am I writing about him?
Because sometimes, as I've said before, it's good to celebrate the unabashedly lightweight, lighthearted, lightness of a good pop song. Lots of things worse than bobbing your head and singing along with something you haven't heard in years, you know?
C'mon, sing with me ... "I'm a lucky fella, I've just gotta tell her, that I love her endlessly ..."
Showing posts with label pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pop. Show all posts
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Monday, September 24, 2007
Cup IX: Snagged on Pop Hooks
Tea: Ginger Peach with honey
Music: Absolute fluff. You got a problem with that?
Time: Night.
I always laugh when people ask me to name a favorite anything, and music is no exception. My CD, mp3 and WMA collections look as though they should belong to at least six people, maybe seven.
So yeah, I love a good three-minute pop song.
Killer hooks? Check. Tight harmonies? Check. Absolutely nothing weighty to say? We have a winnah!
And because I can't own every song I want, I love to go pop-hunting on YouTube.
Songs like this and this and this. This one, too, and this, and by all means this and this. (And just try to tell me that "Wayne Famous" isn't the greatest rock and roll name. Ever.)
Fine. Let's make it an even dozen: This and this and this and this and this -- yeah, even if Andy Taylor did lift the riff from "Bang a Gong (Get it On).
OK, a baker's dozen: Stick this one on top, and there's a flufftastic bagful of ear pastries.
Not all of the tunes on YouTube come attached to the original promotional videos. The Marshall Crenshaw song, for example, is a fan vid. Still, the music makes it worth sitting through the various homages.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some background la-las to sing.
Music: Absolute fluff. You got a problem with that?
Time: Night.
I always laugh when people ask me to name a favorite anything, and music is no exception. My CD, mp3 and WMA collections look as though they should belong to at least six people, maybe seven.
So yeah, I love a good three-minute pop song.
Killer hooks? Check. Tight harmonies? Check. Absolutely nothing weighty to say? We have a winnah!
And because I can't own every song I want, I love to go pop-hunting on YouTube.
Songs like this and this and this. This one, too, and this, and by all means this and this. (And just try to tell me that "Wayne Famous" isn't the greatest rock and roll name. Ever.)
Fine. Let's make it an even dozen: This and this and this and this and this -- yeah, even if Andy Taylor did lift the riff from "Bang a Gong (Get it On).
OK, a baker's dozen: Stick this one on top, and there's a flufftastic bagful of ear pastries.
Not all of the tunes on YouTube come attached to the original promotional videos. The Marshall Crenshaw song, for example, is a fan vid. Still, the music makes it worth sitting through the various homages.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some background la-las to sing.
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