Sunday , January 24, 2010
Heavy Rotation: Bruce Springsteen, Nirvana, The Beatles, and more!
The Birthday Party, "Cry"
It's my birthday on Saturday! To celebrate, I'm going the way obvs route and putting a song by the Birthday Party (har har) as one of my HR contributions this week. Luckily the Birthday Party kick would kick major ass no matter what, even if it wasn't my birthday. But it is, and I can't think of a better present than Nick Cave. (Kat)
Nirvana, "Scoff"
I actually don't like having parties for myself, but if I did, my favorite moment would be when someone takes over the iPod at 3am and plays this song and everyone sings "GIMME BACK MY ALCOHOL, GIMME BACK MY GIMME BACK MY GIMME BAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" real, real loud. Life may be the melody, but love is the volume. You don't get to be my age without learning a thing or two. (Kat)
Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band, "Growin' Up" & "Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?"
It's really brilliant of me to have accidentally grabbed my copy of Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J. before heading out for a rush-hour ride to Malibu a few months ago - otherwise it might never've become my Summer 2009 Signature Record, and I might never've written my mini-magnum-opus on the best bedroom-dancing song ever sung*, and life in general would be about 37 times less beautiful. The song that got me in the summertime way on that springtime eve was "Growin' Up," which starts with piano that's the exact sonic equivalent of golden/orangey sunshine just before dusk on a fantastically cloudless day. The guitar on "Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?" sounds like orangey pre-dusk sunshine too; it's jangly in a way that post-GFAPNJ Bruce is hardly ever jangly. That jangliness is probably what's sold me on GFAPNJ in its entirety - that, and the fact that Bruce is so "cosmically surfeiting is his words," as Lester Bangs wrote in his way exciting review of the record. (Lester also compares the album's "passel o' verbiage" to that of "Along Comes Mary," which is neat, since I've been listening to that song nonstop ever since LJ jukeboxed it last month.) But yeah, words. I love words; I love it when there's lots of them all smooshed together in a near-chaotic and goosebump-giving kind of way. One of my favorite lyrics on the album is the part from "Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?" that goes: "And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope." And then when The Daily News asks Mary Lou for the dope, she says: "Man, the dope's that there's still hope." Mary Lou and I totally get each other, I'm pretty sure. I also get Bruce - more than ever before, maybe - when he sings "I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd, but when they said, 'Calm down,' I threw up" in the middle of "Growin' Up."** One time a few years ago, I liked a boy so much that I threw up upon unexpectedly running into him in a bar. Seriously. And apparently Bruce also throws up when he's trying to be calm, so that's cool. Me and Bruce Springsteen: basically exactly the same as Stan from South Park whenever Wendy Testaburger tries to kiss him. That's so great. (Liz)
* Actually, I got the idea for my mini-magnum-opus when my 17-year-old sister turned to me and asked, "Don't you love that song 'Spirit in the Night'?" in the car on the way to the airport earlier this month. Let's give credit where credit is due.
** Actually, the lyric is "When they said 'come down,' I threw up," I just found out. Sorry, Internet.
*** Actually, even though I'm the only nogoodforme.com member not celebrating a birthday this week, I'd like yall to know that Saturday's my half-birthday - and there's really no better way to honor that than to share with you a couple songs by a dude I've known just as long as all the dudes I'm related to. (Spiritually, I mean. Bruce and I know each other spiritually.)
"Growin' Up"
"Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?"
The Beatles, "Junk"
While struck the highest morning of June 25th, 2009, I attained inner peace. I am now a complete compleat person. Inner peace feels exactly like how it sounds when Paul McCartney pronounces the word "junk" as "joonk" in "Junk" by the Beatles; that is to say, delicious. Speaking of literal "junk," there is presently a garbage strike taking place in Toronto, Ontario, which is so horrific that there is nothing to do but laugh. (Laura Jane)
Curt Boettcher, "Tumbling Tumbleweeds"
At first, I thought, "Only one thing is the sky: The Sky," before realizing that there is no sky, only the Universe. That Universe contains so many things: one of them is tumbleweeds, another is "songs about tumbleweeds." This song is a magnificent Magnum Opus; if this shit doesn't blow your mind, your sorry mind is unblowable. If you want to find me this summer, I'll be stoned on my patio at three in the afternoon, listening to it, drifting along, with the tumbling tumbleweeds. (Laura Jane)
Tags: bedroom dancing, Bruce Springsteen, Curt Boettcher, junk, Laura "Getting Stoned and Listening to Music" Jane Faulds, Laura is chill, Laura loves The Beatles, Lester Bangs, Malibu, Nirvana, South Park, The Birthday Party, the garbage strike, the Universe, words
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'scoff' never gets old. fucking awesome!
speaking of heavy rotation, kat, i just listened to an npr story on yonlu and am very much on the verge of sobbing my head off.
By Liz
on June 25, 2009 5:01 PM
Happy birthday to Kat!
By John on June 26, 2009 12:56 AM