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Posted: February 27, 2015 in musicTags: Leonard Nimoy, Mr. Spock, Star Trek
No one invites me over for dinner because I’m hungry like the wolf
Posted: February 8, 2015 in music, Record reviewsTags: Billy Idol, Duran Duran, Duranimals, Elegant Slumming, Gary Numan, Herman's Hermits, M People, Nile Rodgers, Peter Noone, The Beatles, When Pigs Fly, White Wedding
The genius of Duran Duran was to freeze The Beatles in that train station that was surgin’ with girls. Almost everything Duran Duran did in the 1980s was “A Hard Day’s Night.” They just added the clothes and the hair.
In addition to their big idea, Duran Duran’s first album debuted two months before MTV’s launch in August 1981. Their videos were ready when the new network needed material now now now now now. In the alternate universe where there was no MTV, Duran Duran is a cult act from the U.K. that tours America once a year, playing small clubs with Spandau Ballet and Flock of Haircuts and staging charity cricket matches against Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
Nick, John, Roger, Andy, and Simon lacked John, Paul, George, and Ringo’s skills and their drive to experiment, and so most of Duran Duran’s songs are filler. You only need eight of them in your life. As a public service, I here present the Essential Eight in album order:
From Duran Duran (1981):
“Girls on Film”
Social commentary on the plight of fashion models. Home-field advantage for this group.
“Is There Something I Should Know?”
No. But I cherish this song anyway.
From Rio (1982):
[The one album to own, and an excellent place to start any scholarly study of the 1980s.]
“Hold Back the Rain”
Rocks hard for five boys who were almost as pretty as me. Plus it’s danceable!
“Hungry Like the Wolf”
Duran Duran at their most swaggering. They were young and chock-full of hormones.
Jude Law is playing Thomas Wolfe in a new movie they’re calling Genius. Why don’t they call it Hungry Like the Wolfe? Am I the only Duranimal who’s thought of this?
“Rio”
This is the big crowd-pleaser, and certainly the most fun on a dance floor. The lyrics are a mess. Everyone loves to laugh at this line:
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
But look how good the next line is:
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
From Seven and the Ragged Tiger (1983):
“The Reflex”
An outstanding dance number. It’s the remix you want, not the original, though both of them were hits. All the Duran Duran hits collections use the remix; that’s the only one I remember anymore.
This is another Beatles similarity, as Phil Spector remixed “The Long and Winding Road” into the version most Beatles fans know. The difference between The Beatles’ situation and Duran Duran’s is that producer Nile Rodgers’ remix of “Reflex” didn’t make Simon Le Bon so upset that he broke up the band and nobody got all mad for like forever.
“New Moon on Monday”
This is supposed to be a sad song, but the boys can’t stay sad for long!
From Notorious (1986):
“Notorious”
Its closest kin is David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance.” (Another Nile Rodgers production. You may remember Nile for producing Madonna’s Material Girl and for creating Chic and their 1978 disco anthem, “Le Freak.”) A big change for Duran Duran, just as “Let’s Dance” was a big change for Bowie.
From Medazzaland (1997):
[I have no idea what this title means. It sounds like an abandoned amusement park in Rhode Island.]
“Electric Barbarella”
Their most successful attempt at musical innovation, probably because all the young dudes were approaching 40 (that is, the ones who were still in the band – by this point, 11 musicians had cycled through Duran Duran, and only two of the originals were left). The story is straight out of the parallel-processor world of Gary Numan & His Tubeway Army:
I plug you in
Dim the lights
Electric Barbarella
Your perfect skin
Plastic kiss
Electric Barbarella
Whatever your feelings about dating outside your species, this is an improvement on the 50-below-zero Numan, who wrote about sex only from a distance of several light years.
That’s quite enough for one day about Duran Duran. But I must warn you that an artist or artists who go by the name Duran Duran Duran released a song called “I Hate the ’80s” in 2007. I loved the ’80s. Fail!
Random Pick of the Day
M People, Elegant Slumming (1994)
Not as commercially successful as their rivals, Deee-Lite (“Groove Is in the Heart”), but far more sophisticated. If you like dance pop with a soul flair, a woman with a deep dark voice, and Schroeder’s toy piano, you might be ready for some elegant slumming. This record deserved a better fate than selling for 75 cents on Half.com.
Random Pan of the Day
Various artists, When Pigs Fly: Songs You Thought You’d Never Hear (2003)
When Pigs Fly pairs 12 pop hits with 15 unlikely artists. The disc stumbles off the starting line with Jackie Chan and Ani DiFranco crippling “Unforgettable” and doesn’t stop until Lesley Gore lets all the air out of AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.”
Good thing the guy who wrote “Unforgettable” is dead.
I actually felt sorry for AC/DC.
Most of this album sucks the chrome off a trailer hitch. So why spend two seconds on When Pigs Fly when you could be listening to Shatner torturing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”? Because of Herman’s Hermits and their supernova reimagining of Billy Idol’s “White Wedding.” Far better than the original. And hey, all you screaming female tweens from the ’60s: Peter Noone is as good as ever!
One does not simply walk into Mordor: Guest editorial from Run-DMStevomir
Posted: January 18, 2015 in Miscellaneous, music, Record reviewsTags: don't mess with Éowyn, hungry Hobbits, Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin IV, Lord of the Rings, Stairway to Heaven
To end the old year and start the new one, Éowyn and I re-watched The Lord of the Rings. (We did plenty of non-Middle-earth activities, too, so Shut. Up.) In watching all three movies I developed a theory about Sauron. This theory goes as follows and begins now.
Here’s the situation: Sauron must conquer his powerful neighbor, Gondor, if he’s ever going to achieve his world-domination goals. To ensure his success, he orders his stooge, Saruman, to march against Rohan, Gondor’s most likely ally. Saruman has a whole new army to play with. The Riders of Rohan haven’t been doing much riding lately, though they still have perfect hair. The upcoming battle looks like a mismatch, but in the ninth inning Rohan calls in some timely relief help and Saruman’s army falls apart like the Red Sox over the Labor Day weekend.
At this point, Sauron knows all of the following:
- Gandalf is back.
- Aragorn has doubled his supply of girlfriends.
- The Elves said they were leaving, but they didn’t say when.
- Saruman is useless. He’s like the ex-husband who keeps reminding you why he’s your ex-husband.
- By now, Sauron’s ravens should have reported that the eagles and the butterflies have turned against him, which means that Audubon is against him, too.
- Sauron’s shock troops, the Nazgûl, have failed at every task they’ve been given. They were totally fooled by four pillows masquerading as Hobbits, a trick I pulled on my parents when I was 7.
- The Nazgûl can’t even kill a pillow on the first try.
- Sauron’s advanced surveillance technology cannot locate one Hobbit and one Ring, even though both are heading straight at him.
I think most of us, in Sauron’s place, would reconsider this situation and turn to Plan B. Sauron sticks with Plan A. This is how you get to be the CEO of Mordor. He moves forward with his hostile takeover of Gondor, and nevermind the threat from Rohan, Gandalf, Aragorn, Audubon, etc.
(Naturally, Sauron assigns his go-to guys to the Gondor project. Good call. The Nazgûl team leader tries to impress the blonde shield maiden with the news that he’s invincible. She immediately slices him into fettuccine. The Nazgûl were geniuses with women. His co-workers control the skies and yet somehow miss the approach of the fluorescent-green Army of the Dead until it storms ashore and slaughters everybody. If the Nazgûl worked for Chase Bank, they’d all get bonuses. Oh wait, the Nazgûl do work for Chase Bank.)
Finally: When Frodo and Samwise stagger to the top of Mount Doom, what do they find? The cave that leads to the lava swimming pool is not guarded by a locked door or armed guards or a Nazgûl who’s been placed on administrative leave. Even an idiot blogger could waltz right in and kerplunk toss the Ring into the fire.
And so my theory, which I invite you to vote on. Sauron is either:
- Blinded by hubris, or
- Blindingly stupid.
I’ll eventually reread the books to gain a more nuanced view of Sauron’s foreign-policy blunders. Until then, remember that Hobbits eat a lot, but they’ll still roll you for a nickel and stick you for the extra dime.
Random Pick of the Day
Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin IV (1971)
Led Zep IV is today’s Pick because Robert, Jimmy, John, and John may have been the first rock stars who had read Lord of the Rings. Ringwraiths and Mordor pepper their songs, though I don’t know if that helped them get girls.
Led Zeppelin doesn’t get any heavier than Led Zep IV. Led Zeps I and II are wilder and stupider, but IV has “Stairway to Heaven” so IV wins. I’ve been listening to “Stairway” since I was in high school (that’s right, halflings, I was born into a world that knew not of this song), and yet every time I hear the guitar accelerate, my pulse does, too. When the drums enter at 4:18 I start playing along, even when I’m driving, unless there’s a shield maiden riding beside me.
Random Pan of the Day
Led Zeppelin, just about everything
It’s fashionable for today’s rock critics to praise Led Zeppelin as innovators and condemn the critics of the 1970s, who hated Led Zep, as double dumb asses.
Bullshit. The critics of the ’70s got it right: This band did not make music for adults. You don’t need them once you’re old enough to vote, though they may be an evolutionary stage in adolescence (they were in mine).
Random Thought for My Fellow Nerds
Éowyn declaring “I am no man!” before skewering the misogynist Witch-king of Angmar is the high point of the movies and the books.
So say we all.
Run-DMSteve: Index to Year IV
Posted: January 4, 2015 in musicTags: Alvvays, best blog ever, Dire Straits, Grandma Bella, index, Lawrence Welk, Marvin Gaye, On Every Street, Run-DMSteve, Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color, What's Going On, Year 4
We have a new entry in the Stupid Band Name Sweepstakes: Alvvays. This Canadian group pronounces it “Always.” Why won’t they pronounce the vees? If they did, they’d sound like my maternal grandmother, Bella, who grew up in Austria, was a refugee in Italy after World War I, and arrived in New York City as a teenager. Bella lived to be 93, or possibly 94 – her older sister, Paulie, claimed that Bella was a year older, which made my grandma furious! She won that argument only when Paulie passed away.
Bella never lost her sense of fun. She engaged in titanic poker battles with her pals, Charlotte, Sylvia, and Bubbles, usually at a nickel per hand. We grandchildren raked in the winnings. One of her biggest scores came when Charlotte and Sylvia each had two pairs but Bella was holding “tree kveens.”
My first encounter with music criticism, and my lifelong disdain for the music of the masses, came courtesy of Bella. She was baby-sitting me on a Sunday night when we had a battle over Lawrence Welk (“Velk”) vs. Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color. Guess which side I was on. Disney had probably lined up another exciting adventure of Spin and Marty whereas Mr. Welk had certainly fired up his champagne bubble machine. Bella won – I was only 6 – and even in my bedroom with the door closed I was tortured by Lawrence Welk and his parade of antiseptically scrubbed young people singing “My Old Kentucky Home” and other hits of the 1840s.
Bella is gone but this blog rocks on – now rocking our fifth year! Thanks for reading along and not sending me to my room.
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Random Pick of the Day
Marvin Gaye, What’s Going On (1971)
It begins with “What’s Going On” and ends with “Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler),” two of the greatest songs of the 1970s. Excuse me, two of the greatest songs.
Random Pan of the Day
Dire Straits, On Every Street (1991)
“Calling Elvis” awakens old glories. Alas, the rest of the album sends them back to bed.
You’ve done it again. You’ve wasted another perfectly good year with Run-DMSteve.
Posted: December 30, 2014 in Miscellaneous, music, Record reviewsTags: Beam Me Up Scotty, Chuck Berry, Happy New Year, Lunchmoney Lewis, Nicki Minaj, No Particular Place to Go, St. Louis to Liverpool
It’s almost 2015. I have one resolution: I will DOMINATE this year. Before I stride forth and conquer, happy new year to all of you. Yes, even you. I am indebted to you who read this blog or regret that you read this blog. For those about to rock, I salute you.
Here at the Bureau we are working 24/7 (and on weekends) to bring you even more musical snobbery. This is just a sample of what you can expect to find at this address in Year 5:
- The complete index to Year 4
- What I did on my Christmas vacation
- 2014: The year in books
- The return of ’70s Week. Pain train’s comin’, baby!
- Also ’80s Week, as soon as I find my T-shirt with the alligator on*
- Welcome back to ’90s Week (I didn’t understand the ’90s during the ’90s, but maybe I can still catch up)
- Valuable cooking tips – collect ’em, trade ’em, spread ’em around!
- Another round of Ask Run-DMSteve (please submit your questions so I can humiliate you)
- More mystery packages from my Dad
And: I will finish my novel!
* “Gonna sell me Bob Marley records/gonna get me some Jackson Browne.”
Enjoy yourselves on New Year’s Eve. I leave you with a message from a wet sidewalk in my neighborhood:
Random Pick of the Day
Chuck Berry, St. Louis to Liverpool (1964)
I thought Chuck Berry was “Johnny B. Goode” and “Roll Over Beethoven” and a slew of other songs with the same guitar riff. I also thought he descended into an endless greatest-hits tour after the British invaded. As if!
In 1964, St. Louis to Liverpool was swamped by 15 albums from The Beatles, The Dave Clark Five, The Rolling Stones, and The Animals. Listening to it 50 years later for the first time, what I hear is a strong response from the USofA. St. Louis to Liverpool has only one of the well-known Berry classics (“No Particular Place to Go”). What it does have is some unexpected blues (“Things I Used to Do”), a great rendition of “Merry Christmas Baby,” and lots of fun rock ’n’ roll. Hail hail Chuck Berry.
Random Pan of the Day
Nicki Minaj, Beam Me Up Scotty (2014)
The first track is a love song to her Range Rover. You can stop listening right there. Ms. Minaj’s talents are confined to her figure; she looks like she escaped from an anime lab. The only thing I like about this speed bump in the path of musical progress is that on her last album she worked with a rapper named Lunchmoney Lewis.
