AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
Hunh. T.E. Ford musta' been a miner.
Ya know, yesterday was Janis's birthday. It said so on my Bad Girl calendar.
Happy birthday Janis, you bad girl.
And trust Terry to have a Bad Girl Calendar.
Rage, terry, rage.
Don't get me started on Dylan Thomas. Hee.
I was born too late, I've always said. I love older stuff, back when it was still about the music, when it had soul, when it wasn't about pretty people and other pop crap. Whoops, don't get me started down that path either.
Geeks like bad girls. Heh.
Anyway, I was raging against the bad girl machine, not against the dying of the light. That's different.
I don't think it's really a lot less about the music now than it's been over the last 50-60 years. There's always been pretty people pop crap. I mean sheesh...look at some of the older stuff you've posted here. Terry Jacks don't got soul. Pure unadulterated pop crap, that was. There was good stuff now and good stuff then.
Could be AROL#3.
Good post, terry.
Bad girls like geeks!
That was not my experience in high school.
yep, that's it! we've got it on one of our Deathmatch tapes. the kid loves it. and I loved it when I was a kid!
You just may have a point there, Terry. And obviously there are more choices these days then there were back then. Perhaps I have just come way early to the "There is no music these days, it's all noise! Not like when I was growing up!" mindset.
Obviously with many of the selections being earworms, there is a lot of non-soul music here. Terry Jacks included - although even that sure beats the snot out of any Britney/boy band/flavor of the moment song I've ever heard.
Which is what Mr. Jacks' song was in its day.
So, you're making the point for me that even the non-soul crap of the older days was better than the same from today?
<curious eye-brow raise>
Nostalgia sure ain't what it used to be.
The Old Gray Mare
Adapted Spiritual
Written By: Unknown
Copyright Unknown
The old gray mare,
She ain't what she used to be
Ain't what she used to be,
Ain't what she used to be
The old gray mare,
She ain't what she used to be
Many long years ago.
Many long years ago,
Many long years ago,
The old gray mare,
She ain't what she used to be
Many long years ago.
The old gray mare,
She kicked on the whiffletree,
Kicked on the whiffletree,
Kicked on the whiffletree
The old gray mare,
She kicked on the whiffletree
Many long years ago.
Many long years ago,
Many long years ago,
The old gray mare,
She kicked on the whiffletree
Many long years ago.
Nope. Making the point that the difference in "quality" isn't worth talking about.
Ok, Bad girl women like geeks. Those HS girls don't know better yet.
Yes it is. If it's not worth talking about, why are you talking about it? (ahem...again) Plus I think I can say without reservation that very few songs creep me out like Seasons in the Sun. Then or now. It's squicky bad. If forced to listen to a 24 hour loop of Britney and Boy Bands R Us, I'd do that before a tape of the worst of the 70's.
I wasn't talking about quality. I was talking about relative quality.
Not really. You were talking about your preference.
Just curious, how would anyone define quality without referring to their preferences/biases/perceptions? I do believe better folks than our humble assemblage have claimed it was impossible without divine intervention.
I don't think so.
Just because you can't define something formally doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
I knew this was just foreplay.
So we're supposed to have faith that your perception of quality is the correct one, eh? Starting the church of Steve? :)
That would work as a handy time-saver, but that's not what I'm saying.
Geek.
That there is such a thing as quality, and it's not subjective, though its perception (or more precisely, our perception of it)plays a role in our preferences.
FWIW, I agree with you Steve. (although while playing the devil's advocate it hasn't seemed like it) I am always interested in people's assesment of quality. Personally I think a definition is impossible, but recognizable.
I wasn't trying to use quality as a judge for the music, but my tastes and perceptions of what's good. Quality is fluid. My tastes are just weird.
The whole book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" was about the search for quality. Author ended up in the loony hatch getting electro-shock therapy. So I've got that to look forward to, anyway.
Exactly. I just recently re-read that.
Must have been why it rang my chimes so hard.
Have you read the sequel, "Lila: An Inquiry Into Morals"? Not as good as Zen, but a little bit of material for thought.
Yes. Agreed on that, too.
Goodness knows what the end will be
Oh I don't know where I'm at
It looks as if we two will never be one
Something must be done:
You say either and I say either,
You say neither and I say neither
Either, either Neither, neither
Let's call the whole thing off.
You like potato and I like potahto
You like tomato and I like tomahto
Potato, potahto, Tomato, tomahto.
Let's call the whole thing off
But oh, if we call the whole thing off
Then we must part
And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart
So if you like pyjamas and I like pyjahmas,
I'll wear pyjamas and give up pyajahmas
For we know we need each other so we
Better call the whole thing off
Let's call the whole thing off.
You say laughter and I say larfter
You say after and I say arfter
Laughter, larfter after arfter
Let's call the whole thing off,
You like vanilla and I like vanella
You saspiralla, and I saspirella
Vanilla vanella chocolate strawberry
Let's call the whole thing off
But oh if we call the whole thing of then we must part
And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart
So if you go for oysters and I go for ersters
I'll order oysters and cancel the ersters
For we know we need each other so we
Better call the calling off off,
Let's call the whole thing off.
I say father, and you say pater,
I saw mother and you say mater
Pater, mater Uncle, auntie let's call the whole thing off.
I like bananas and you like banahnahs
I say Havana and I get Havahnah
Bananas, banahnahs Havana, Havahnah
Go your way, I'll go mine
So if I go for scallops and you go for lobsters,
So all right no contest we'll order lobseter
For we know we need each other so we
Better call the calling off off,
Let's call the whole thing off.
Touche.
There you go.
Oh sure, wait til I leave to have the orgy in the Jukebox.
Am I going to have to seperate you?
And, I recently discovered that my copy of Zen and the Art... has disappeared. Maybe it'll turn up when I move, but I believe I loaned it to someone.
Prolly Sparky.
Nah. In fact, he may have been the one that loaned my copy to me.
So, in other earworm news: I was in a meeting today where we were referring to a printed version of a Powerpoint presentation. And, unfortunately we were working with a black and white rather than a color copy. The software application we were viewing had multicolored tabs for various functions that all print in greys. Somebody commented about one tab being "a lighter shade of grey," to which I replied, "Does anybody else have that Procol Harum song in their head now?"
They all looked at me like I'd grown a second head. Sigh.
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of sea sick,
the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray.
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale.
She said there is no reason
and the truth is plain to see,
that I wandered through my playing cards
would not let her be.
One of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might just as well been closed.
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale.
And so it was that later ....
Love that song, myself.
Sammy Hagar's version - not so much.
Yes, Annie is a little bit of heaven in the music world.
Out of touch these days, didn't even know she had one out. I'll have to look next time I venture into the
<shudder> mall. Or, I could just go to Amazon...
Apparantly Annie Lennox owns a house in St. John's Wood.
</London Trivia>
I was inspired by a baaaad 70s song transmitted via the muzak at the supermarket tonight. Too bad to even be an earworm.
There are times when a woman has to say what's on her mind
Even though she knows how much it's gonna hurt
Before I say another word let me tell you I love you
Let me hold you close and say these words as gently as I can
There's been another man that I've needed and I've loved
But that doesn't mean I love you less
And he knows you can't possess me and he knows he never will
There's just this empty place inside of me that only he can fill
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' you both is breakin' all the rules
You mustn't think you've failed me just because there's someone else
You were the first real love I ever had
And all the things I ever said, I swear they still are true
For no one else can have the part of me I gave to you
I couldn't really blame you if you turned and walked away
But with everything I feel inside, I'm asking you to stay
Torn between two lovers
Feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules