Well, it started with one of them, then spread like a stain: Toto, played by some other guys nobody’s ever heard of before. (Hint: better heard through headphones.)
Category: Music
Today’s Earworm
From DEEP in my songs’ addled memory bank, and from Atlantic Show Band’s playlist: The Shape Of Things to Come.
Seriously? I need another gin.
At least it’s short.
Today’s Earworm
Where dat come from?
Pavlovian
Ouch
So I’m reading through this post about how your favorite band describes you at Middle Finger, and I’m chuckling at some of the funny ones, e.g.
Jimi Hendrix: You are under 20 or over 65
Chicago: You are incapable of talking about Chicago without mentioning their horn section
Van Halen: You have a Peeing Calvin bumper sticker on your Ford F100
Bachman-Turner Overdrive: You have an actual urine stain on your Ford F100
— and —
AC/DC: You are the cause of the urine stain
All funny stuff, until you see this one:
Joe Walsh: You have fired a gun while in your underwear
Has somebody been spying on me?
Star, Gone
I had been pondering a post about songstress Olivia Newton-John for a couple days, when in one of those “synchronicity” moments I read about her death from cancer at age 73.
I never cared much for her music — that breathy Oz soprano does nothing for me — and I’ll always remember Alun Jones’s stinging first line of a review of the syrupy “I Honestly Love You” in Melody Maker: “…and I honestly think Olivia Newton-John is a cabbage.”
And I would agree, except for the lovely Magic and the astonishing Xanadu which, despite the nauseating 80’s disco feel, actually shows that the girl had a decent voice — the concluding ascendo to the final top note is absolutely breathtaking.
The reason for me thinking about her, incidentally, is that Magic was my weekend earworm.
R.I.P., Sheila.