Category: I Said Goddamn

This funny but rather annoying song popped into my head the other day, probably because I heard the word “geezer.”  I heard it numerous times on the radio in England in the 80’s and was surprised to learn it had made it into the top 10 over there in the early 70’s.  By The Piglets, likely a group of whatever studio musicians were on hand, as is often the case with novelty songs.

You’re welcome.

“Like being picked on in 5th grade.”

Some other descriptions from around the web: like “earwax, bandaids, and burnt hair.”  My favorite:  “like swallowing a burnt condom filled with gasoline.”

https://youtu.be/StPPeXiQIro

Low-budget early-80’s fun from Athens’ Guadacanal Diary.  Features infamous midtown character Dancin’ Jimmy doing his thing outside the Antenna Club at about 0:25.  Hilarious dance sequence during the instrumental break. Makes me nostalgic for the days when bands all over the south (most notably REM) were cramming their stuff into station wagons and U-Hauls and hitting cities and college towns, playing at whatever dumps would have them.

Someone recently put me on to these two songs.  Pretty good.  They’ve been around for a while.  I guess you know you’re old when bands have run their course when you first hear of them.  Seems to be the trend with me recently (which means the last twenty years, more proof that I’m getting up there).

As eagerly anticipated by all bastards, the 65% more cheerful Let It Be will probably be released this spring.

With raw material comprising 55 hours of video and 140 hours of audio, there are enough untapped resources to fuel any director’s vision. Seriously: if Peter Jackson gets too WETI-Fx’y or slo-mo happy hobbit, we need to see a Wes Anderson or Christopher Nolan or David Lynch Let It Be.

These three great songs have been stuck in my head the past couple of days.  That’s a good thing, because usually my brain torments me with annoying songs, some of which I haven’t heard in decades.  Someone needs to study just what makes a song catchy in a good or annoying way.

In the 80’s, Mick Jagger was clearly struggling to find a niche outside of the Stones. He should’ve tried visiting Mayberry.

That horrible sound isn’t your hangover, it’s The Portsmouth Sinfonia mauling the opening of  Also Sprach Zarathustra by Richard Strauss, better known as the opening theme of 2001: A Space Odyssey. Almost as bad is Elvis’ band’s unintentionally comic version, featuring botched, out-of-tune horns and cheesy background vocals (The Jordanaires, I assume):