Don’t Make A Grown Man Cry

This video always makes me think of my childhood best friend’s little brother, who did a flawless Mick Jagger based entirely on the first 30 seconds.

Moreover, I will go to my grave insisting Tattoo You is a great album.

I’m Sure We Can All Relate Redux

Somehow never heard Billy Bragg’s original until the other day. Early twenties suck as bad as the teenage years, just for different and more complex reasons.

Sorry-not-sorry for providing lyrics …

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I’m twenty two now, but I won’t be for long
People ask me when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
Are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don’t feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know

I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can’t survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
It’s wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care

I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl

And One More

This might be my favorite Pretenders song. Never seen that intro before, though. That’s great! Honeyman-Scott said that his solo is an homage to his three favorite guitarists, but I can’t remember which parts are who.

I do feel a tad guilty knowing now that Chrissie Hynde is addressing her sexual assault by a biker gang. One of her assailants apparently said, “Shut up or you’re going to make some plastic surgeon rich,” which of course made it into the song. (In her book, she says it was totally her fault and she sort of knew what she was getting into. But still.) The audio on this version is shit, so here’s the 2006 remaster …

The mid-twenty joys
Around a heart that’s black and blue
Tattooed love boys
I tore my knees up getting to you
‘Cause I needed
To find out what the thing was for
Been reading
Man, the time came to explore

I went apewire
‘Cause I thought
Like I’d like it
Little tease
But I didn’t mean it
But you mess with the goods, doll
Honey, you gotta pay
Yeah

A good time
Was guaranteed for one and all
The tattoos
Target practice in the hall
While waiting
For their number to get called out
I, I, I, I found out what the wait was about

I was a good time
Yeah, I got pretty good
At changing tires
Upstairs, bro
I shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for

Now I see you
All impressed and half undressed
You got paint stick
All over the scars and lumps and bumps
Tattooed love boys
Have got you where I used to lay
Well, ha ha and too bad
But you know what they say

“Stop snivellin’
You’re gonna make some plastic surgeon a rich man”
Oh, but the prestige and the glory
Another human interest story
You are that

Rachael & Vilray

Feast your ears, bastards! Rachael Price from Lake Street Dive and songwriter Vilray V. Vilray (no surname) perform new tunes written to sound like those from the 30s and 40s. I’m reminded of a line from A Clockwork Orange, which I am currently re-reading for the first time since college …

Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

And here’s the NPR podcast from whence I discovered them …