Monday , March 8, 2010
Heavy Rotation: The Child Ballads, KISS, Black Heat + more
Girls in Hawaii, "Flavor"
I first heard this song in the film Dans Paris, a charming little New Wave homage directed by Christophe Honoré and starring foxy people like Joana Preiss, Romain Duris and Louis Garrel. This song played during a strange scene where Joana is dancing in a Balenciaga sweater and funny slippers and Romain dances with her, escalating into this very charged moment. It's pretty hot. I can't separate the song from the initial emotional impressions I had when I first heard it, so I don't know whether the track is as hot as I think it is or if it really is hotness on its own. Somebody go make out to it and tell me if it works. (Kat)
Jenny Lewis, "Pretty Bird"
On first listen of Acid Tongue I felt slightly irked that the record hadn't come out at the other end of summer: It just doesn't feel like a fall album to me. But I'm heading to Florida for the weekend, and I think "Pretty Bird" is going to make a really perfect driving-around-Florida-on-a-sweaty-Saturday-evening soundtrack. Let's all hope for a twilight thunderstorm. (Liz)
KISS, "New York Groove"
The thing about living in L.A. is there's all these people (let's call them "Haters") who like to whine a lot about how L.A. is bad and dumb and New York is so much better. At first it's just a minor nuisance, but after a while you get so irritated that you end up thinking New York is bad and dumb. That's sorta what's happened to me, but I'm putting an end to it: I used to love New York, and I'm not gonna let the Haters take that love away from me! So today will be official "Back in the New York Groove" Day, and I'll celebrate it by listening to this KISS song a lot and having an hour layover at JFK on my flight from L.A. to Tampa. (Thanks a heap, JetBlue - good thing I like the vegan noodles and candy selection at Cibo.) Also, I recently put this song on a mix for someone who didn't deserve it, so I hereby take it back from him and dedicate it to the only man truly worthy: Mr. Vinny Chase. (Liz)
The Child Ballads, "They Hunt Us We Run"
The dude in the Child Ballads, Stewart Lupton, was the singer in Jonathan Fire Eater, one of my favorite NYC bands in the late 1990s. I don't know what his deal was and why he disappeared for so long. (He supposedly gave Chet Baker a run for the "Ravaged Beautiful Dude" money during his absence from the music scene.) But I always dug his slightly soused vibe and his strangely emphatic enunciation. Now he's back with a new group (which includes Judah Bauer, another dude from another big-in-the-late-90s NYC band, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion). I like this song a lot. It's amiable and loose-limbed in the best way possible, the kind of thing you like to play in the jukebox at your local bar. I highly suggest you do, in fact. That's how I first heard it, and it remains situationally perfect in hindsight. (Kat)
Simon & Garfunkel, "Baby Driver"
This song features some really adorable sexual innuendo. As a rule, I am kind of shy about these sorts of things and prefer pop songs that keep the sexual innuendo to a minimum. However, "Baby Driver" is my kind of sexy; cutesy, scrappy, and often punny. Paul Simon circa '71 coulda had me wrapped around his pinkie finger in if he'd sweetly delivered the following euphemisms:
--"I wonder how your engine feels" (actually, that might come off kind of gross in real life)
-"My daddy got a big promotion/My momma got a raise in pay/there's no one home/we're all alone/so come into my room and play" (Okay! That sounds like fun! Will there be cookies?)
-"I'm not talking about your pigtails/I'm talking about your sex appeal" (YES! That is so hot to me) (Laura Jane)
Black Heat, "Street of Tears"
I first heard this song a few nights ago when my Dad played it for me on his new "electrostats", which are a type of speaker that are a) really killer, and b) worth driving to Quebec for. If there are any secret stereophiles lurking around nogoodforme.com, please holler, and I will set my Dad up with a "Too Dad For You" audio column ASAP. Since I have only known this song exists for about three days, I do not have a lifetime of clever comments to make about it that have been building up in my brain like plaque that pre-nogoodforme.com-era Laura walked around reciting to herself in her head for no reason. This song is creepy-seductive, rad for break-ups, and pretty sexy in the exact opposite way that "Baby Driver" is sexy. One could probably argue that this song is just normal-sexy, and that "Baby Driver" is in no way sexy, or even unsexy. Oh, "one". Think outside the box, for once in your life. (Laura Jane)
Tags: cutesy sexual innuendo, dudes, eating your hate like love, Entourage, Jenny Lewis, JetBlue is stupid, KISS, Los Angeles, New York, obsessively soundtracking my life, pigtails, too dad for you
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