Part IV: Welcome to Endsville

Posted: August 2, 2018 in music, Record reviews
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Our Spotlight Team’s examination of the lounge side of the moon concludes with an Englishman who is usually categorized as “blue-eyed soul” (like The Righteous Brothers) but who is actually a much more complicated man (like Shaft).

Rock Swings: On the Wild Side of Swing released in 2006

Paul Young had several easy-listening hits in the U.K. in the 1980s and one in the U.S., “Every Time You Go Away,” a Hall & Oates cover, in 1985. Looking back, I can hear his expertise as an interpreter of pop and R&B, but in those years I paid no attention to him. I was probably too busy with Duran Duran.

Young has overcome health crises that at times robbed him of his voice. He’s been committed to his music for more than 40 years. (He also built a back-up career as a celebrity chef.) He seems to be the kind of person who lives to try something new, as in 2006 when he followed Paul Anka’s lead and recorded Vegas interpretations of rock songs.

Young has a beautiful voice that has significantly deepened since he was 29 and looked like a stunt double for somebody in Wham! or Spandau Ballet. His voice reminds me of Lou Rawls’, though it’s not as deep and smoky. He sings without trying to sound black; Paul Young is always Paul Young. And unlike Pat Boone, this man is built for a swingin’ set of rock ’n’ roll.

Unfortunately, on Rock Swings: On the Wild Side of Swing, Young can’t decide to love or laugh at these songs. He’s not a Richard Cheeseball, but most of these covers don’t work – for example, Elton John’s “Benny and the Jets,” which is like a marching band crashing a funeral, or Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side,” which is neither wild nor walkable.

Two songs redeemed this disc…

Pat Boone covered Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” on I’m in a Metal Mood, but he didn’t know what to do with this nightmare on Elm Street. Richard Cheese attacked it on Aperitif for Destruction, but I hit Skip inside the first minute. On Rock Swings, Young captures the horror. It’s an adolescent’s idea of horror – look who wrote it – but he captured it just the same.

(“Enter Sandman” ties “Black Hole Sun” for the most popular number among lounge singers – reinterpreted three times each. Why? The two songs are nothing like each other, except that all the people who originally performed them had terrible hair.)

Young also covers David Bowie’s “The Jean Genie.” He’s the only man in this foursome to try on some Bowie. (Cheese covered “Under Pressure,” but that’s a Queen song co-written by Bowie.) His cover swings like the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra commuting to work on jungle vines.

…and one song escaped it

I don’t spend much time listening to Eminem. In fact, I don’t spend any time listening to Eminem. “Lose Yourself,” an 800-word essay on becoming a star, was a blank to me.

On his cover of “Lose Yourself,” Young reimagines himself as the rapper, though they’re from radically different generations and cultures. The one man’s voice and the other man’s words had me at hello:

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

The arrangement is stellar, the kind of thing that Nelson Riddle would’ve whipped up for a Sinatra showstopper. The producer doubles Young’s stunning vocal so that he’s singing back-up for himself, but the producer also dropped words at random from this backing track. Young singing the lead while his duplicate appears and disappears behind him produces a staccato effect that makes it sound as if he’s singing and rapping the lyrics at the same time.

Eminem’s words must have spoken to something in Paul Young’s DNA:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

And when Young gets to the spoken-word part, you can believe it when he says “motherfuckin’.” This is so not Pat Boone observing, “Yeah, we’re runnin’ a little bit hot tonight,” while wandering aimlessly inside Van Halen’s “Panama.”

Young’s Rock Swings doesn’t have anywhere near the overall consistency of Paul Anka’s Rock Swings, but “Lose Yourself” is the brightest, sharpest gem of all the music I’ve been writing about this week.

Eminem’s original is not bad, but he’s no Paul Young.

Thanks for reading along, and I hope you now find yourself ready to engage with compelling Vegas-based content. Go easy on the martinis and don’t be a stranger in the night.


  1. mikener says:

    Mind blown.
    I learned a lot today, Mr. DMSteve, thank you.
    I’d never heard of Paul Young.
    I’ve never listened to Eminem.
    But I do know theatre.
    Musical theatre was reinvented recently with the rap and hip-hop infused Hamilton, something that had not been achieved in four decades, when rock entered the musical theatre pantheon for the first time with Jesus Christ Superstar. In reading your reprints of the “Lose Yourself” lyrics, I quickly recognized a stunning similarity to the signature song from Hamilton, “My Shot.” Inspired by your ethnomusicological-ish research, I found an interview with Lin-Manuel Miranda, the creator of Hamilton, who not only referred to his George Washington as being drenched in Dr. Dre, but that the title character, Alexander Hamilton himself, was very much imbued with Eminem.
    Like I said.
    Mind blown.

    • Run-DMSteve says:

      Now my mind is blown. Lin-Manuel Miranda found inspiration for his Alexander Hamilton from Eminem??

      And thank you for all your kind words, though frankly you’ve still scared me with Gilmore Girls and my mysterious relationship with them. I don’t even know who they are, though I know they’re not the Golden Girls.

      • mikener says:

        I’m sad to say that the responsibility for two minds being blown falls squarely on you, sir. I never would have fathomed a connection between Eminem and Hamilton if it wasn’t for your post: PART IV: Welcome To Endsville, spelling out the lyrics to “Lose Yourself.”

        Sorry about the Gilmore Girls thing. It’s a guilty pleasure I’ve told very few people of. Amy Sherman-Palladino is one of my favorite writers and Gilmore Girls is her most recognized work. Though, not her most award winning. That would be The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel which she made for Amazon last year. I admit she has terrible titles, but both these shows content and dialog are stellar. I don’t think Gilmore Girls is for you, but The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel you might find interesting: a New York high-end housewife in the 1950’s decides to become a stand-up comic in the village.

        We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

      • Run-DMSteve says:

        Wasn’t there a Sally Fields/Tom Hanks movie with a similar plot? OK, I’ll watch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel while listening to Has Been.

        We all have our guilty pleasures. I’ve displayed plenty of them in this blog. I’d say yours are more pleasure than guilt.

      • mikener says:

        Hey, I’m not assigning any homework here. If you’re bored and want to step out, these are a few things you might want to check out. Just wanted to put them on your radar, not your playlist.

        Keep on bloggin’, bro.

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