Scene from my cassette rack:

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Axl Rose had nightmares like this.
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
I don’t know if Hillary! has a theme song for her presidential campaign or not (but who could top Bill Clinton’s use of “Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow” with its prescient lines “I know you don’t believe that it’s true/I never meant any harm to you”), but I proffer the following (with apologies to Herman’s Hermits):
I’m Hillary ’08, I am
Hillary ’08 I am, I am
I got married to the fellow named Bill
He’s been president, now I’m on the Hill.
All the Dems shout Hillary! (Hillary!)
They don’t want a Kerry or a Dean (no Dean)
I’m their only hope, I`m Hillary!
Hillary ’08 I amSecond term same as the first
I’m Hillary ’08, I am
Hillary ’08 I am, I am
I got married to the fellow named Bill
He’s been president, now I’m on the Hill.
All the Dems shout Hillary! (Hillary!)
They don’t want a Kerry or a Dean (no Dean)
I’m their only hope, I`m Hillary!
Hillary ’08 I am—— lead guitar ——
I’m Hillary ’08, I am
Hillary ’08 I am, I am
I got married to the fellow named Bill
He’s been president, now I’m on the Hill.
All the Dems shout Hillary! (Hillary!)
They don’t want a Kerry or a Dean (no Dean)
I’m their only hope, I`m Hillary!
Hillary ’08 I amHillary!
Hillary! (Hillary!)
Hillary! (Hillary!)
Hillary ’08 I am, I am
Hillary ’08 I am
Jeez, Louise, ten years later, and I can still name all five original Spice Girls by their spice names and their real names.
Even though I only just today listened all the way through to my first Spice Girls song.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
Phil Spector : Wall of Sound :: George Lucas : Wall of Sight
Today’s free answer to an unasked trivia question is:
Roxette
I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall buy a CD box set of Hall and Oates.
This morning, Weber and Dolan (teh best morning radio show evar!!!1!) asked listeners what albums they could sing from memory. I didn’t call in because I would have filled the segment myself.
Not that you care, but here’s a partial enumeration of albums I could sing end-to-end were they playing (although for many, I am taken aback when they’re played on CD and there’s no pause between the song at the end of side 1 and the beginning of side 2).
So, anyway:
What can I say? I listened to these things over and over in my high school and college years. Note that none of these albums dates past 1994. Telling.
Now, you play. What albums could you sing every song on if that album is playing?
For Fark linked to the story “Paula Abdul Charged With Hit-And-Run” with:
Straight up now tell me
do you really want to love me forever
oh oh oh
or am I caught in a hit and run?
Playboy sends me this junk mail teaser:
On the eve of the re-issue of R.E.M.’s last eight albums on special-edition CD and DVD, front man Michael Stipe spoke openly with Playboy.com about the band’s early days, his disappointment over last November’s elections and why R.E.M. never called it quits.
Which is different from his other interviews, where he had to speak guardedly in case the editorial staff at Rolling Stone, Esquire, Spin or Gentleman’s Quarterly were members of the Bushtapo.
Alanis Morissette Becomes U.S. Citizen.
Cripes, now we can’t deport her.
George Michael, bidding farewell:
In the 100-minute film, he speaks frankly about losing a lover to AIDS and the death of his mother, of the infamous lewd act in a Beverly Hills toilet and the media fury over his anti-Iraq war stance.
I must have slept through that media fury. Did it rattle your windows?
Dear Rhetorical Question Answerer:
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
Bowling for Soup
Dear Bowling for Soup,
Motley Crue began its transition from vital music makers to the classic rock and oldies market when they released Decade of Decadence in 1991. Any time a musical group releases a greatest hits collection, it gambles. The very name greatest hits indicates that there will be no further hits as good, and a retrospective look at the band also makes the casual fan wonder if the band is done. Even if the album includes new material, its target audience is the cult fan who wants to own everything the band puts out and the people who, years later, decide they want to own a collection of the band’s songs.
Looking over Motley Crue’s discography, it proves true enough. Between Dr. Feelgood and the two releases in 1994, two complete high school classes matriculated without new Crue, and you could only hear them on album rock stations and other retrospective-looking outlets.
So to answer your question, BfS, the best date we can give is 1991.
A special tip of the WTF hat to the advertising genius who centered the JC Penney’s Valentine’s Day ad campaign around the song “99 Luft Balloons“.
Interesting. KMJM is playing the song that runs through the strip club scene in Beverly Hills Cop. I think this makes my home office a hostile workplace. I might just sue myself.
On the other hand, I wonder what the title is, not that anyone would know it. It’s the Beverly Hills Cop Strip Club Song.
In another scandal, George W. Bush has not interrupted his regular activity to express sympathy for Big Band fans in their loss of revered band leader Artie Shaw.
Seven days, Mr. President, and no word from the White House. You’re sacrificing America’s international hep cred by not speaking up to give hope and solace to dozens.
You make me ashamed to be an American, and I am thinking of moving to Illinois in protest.
On Wednesday, Richard Roeper identified the worst holiday songs and assigns the worst ribbon to “Jingle Bells” by the Singing Dogs, which leads me to confess: I have this song on a cassette single.
As Roeper mentioned it, I put it in the old cassette deck and clicked the play button. And sang along.
Granted, I am just a suburban schmuck and not a big-city sophisticate (pronounced as Frenchly as possible), but even I have limits. For example, I don’t care for the Singing Dogs’ rendition of “Oh, Susanna” which is the flip side of the tape.
Like Milla Jovavich, Canadian siren Sarah McLachlan has a name that’s difficult to spell or pronounce from memory. Undoubtedly (used here in the sense of “I am making it up”), Ms. McLachlan has endured people addressing her or writing of her with one or more of the following:
Sure, it’s a gag that amuses me, but will I think it funny when one of these young ladies mocks me in such a fashion? Probably not; I am thin-skinned and overly sensitive.
Having trouble distinguishing between Lou Reed and Lou Rawls? MfBJN offers this handy guide:
Don’t be fooled by that talking-over-a-bass-line that represents “Wild Side”; that didn’t take much talent, and hence it’s obviously Lou Reed.
Yes, Ms. McGovern, they know it’s Christmas. They’re kids, for ding-donging out loud.
(Apologies to Jeff Goldstein for stealing his groove. Well, not really.)
Whistles do not belong in Christmas carols, ever. Your rendition of “Frosty the Snowman” is in violation.
Please, just rein it in a little bit, or we’ll have to contact Senator John McCain to enact Congressional legislation regulating Christmas Carols to prevent damn kids from destroying the traditional music enjoyed for generations in this great land. Without schnucking whistles.
(McCain’s got enough time if he has the leisure to tackle steroids in baseball, speaking of which, who doesn’t think that there’s enough bipartisan, nationwide sport to just freaking amend the constitution to prohibit steroids and blood doping in all sports?)