Tue 2 May 2006
There is a hot new site called MySpace. Have you been there? You should go and create a profile and we could be friends. Then we could share with each other intimate details. I could tell you my favorite flavor of jelly bean. You could tell me what kind of shampoo you use. After a relevant amount of exchanges, we would upgrade each other to the rank of super friend. Sorry, we can never be best friends. I already have one. His name is Accomodator.
CONTENTS:
| The Silos “Caroline” (1990) Solid band that was never the same after this album, which was their major label debut. Isn’t that always the way? Damn! |
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| Status Quo “Lakky Lady” (1970) This song sounds like no other song on the album. In fact, none of the songs on this album sound like they’re even by the same artist. These guys are like the anti-AC/DC. |
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| Fire Town “Places to Run” (1987) Is this the epitome of the 80’s or what? Fire Town is good, but what’s even crazier is that in 1994 they added a female vocalist and became a little group now known as Garbage. Oh, and they’re from Madison, Wisconsin. |
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| The Ray Charles Singers “The Straight Life” (1969) If the irony of this group singing this song is lost on you, you’re at the wrong website. |
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| The Jimmy Castor Bunch “Luther the Anthropoid (Ape Man)” (1972) I know the song title defines Luther’s lineage as an ape man, but after listening to the song I’m thinking his origins lie more in the Jersey Guido arena. What’s your take on it? |
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| Wendy Waldman “You Got to Ride” (1974) None of Wendy’s albums ever sold over 25k. I would say too bad for her because her voice is like her lyrics – wide-ranging. Don’t feel too bad for her, though. After she gave up being a record covergirl, she became a behind the scenes song writer. Her biggest success? Vanessa Williams, Save the Best For Last. Which everyone sings along to in drug stores when it comes on the muzak. Now that’s fame. |
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| Bob McGilpin “Get Up And Do It Again” (1979) The farther back a musical fad occurred, the more mystifying it becomes. Sure, we’re all laughing at rap-rock now, but in ten years it’s going to be the stuff of retarded legend. Such is the case with disco. We can never understand, only listen in awe. Mr. McGilpin here had hits in the Top 10. Figure that out. |
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