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I blog ’80s music videos these days. It is more economical than hiring monkeys to type up my posts. You hear that, Manic Monkey, Blogger for Hire? Your daily rate costs me an arm and a leg. And some bananas. How much potassium does one monkey require? I mean, really.
Blotto, “I Wanna Be a Lifeguard.”
Dave Edmunds/Rockpile, “Girls Talk” (which, and I might be alone here, I prefer over Elvis Costello’s version).
Bingoboys, “Show Me How to Dance.”
Total Coelo, “Milk from the Coconut.”
The Flirts, “Danger.”
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:31 pm
Hi JennyP! You love the 80s more than I do so I just had to rub it in a bit that I have tickets to see the Police reunion concert in San Fran in June!! Of course, i’ll be thinking of you!
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:55 pm
Lucky. There are so many relevant Police song titles/lyrics you can shout out at the concert…Please Don’t Stand So Close to Me (to the annoying drunk guy standing next to you)…You don’t have to put on the red light (to the lighting technician, if the lights hurt your eyes)…Can’t Stand Losing You (if you lose your friend in the crowd).
Okay, I’ll stop.
April 24th, 2007 at 8:58 pm
oh, jennyp…you never miss a beat!
April 24th, 2007 at 10:30 pm
Thanks! I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitress…
P.S. Say hello to sunny California for me!!!
P.P.S. And the bartender lived…the bartender lived.
May 1st, 2007 at 2:09 pm
Oh, I agree with you about “Girls Talk.” I read that the EC version is basically a demo with a reference vocal, recorded at the end of the Get Happy!! sessions. Whereas Dave Edmunds actually sounds engaged.
Both are better than Linda Ronstadt’s version.
May 2nd, 2007 at 11:29 pm
Mike, that definitely makes sense. And you’re right, Edmunds does sound engaged; in fact, I would call his version infectious. The repeated listenability factor is very, very high.
Re: Ronstadt, I’m afraid the only song of hers I’m really familiar with is her version of “You’re No Good,” which first caught my attention watching “House” (the 1986 film, not the television show) as a child. Nothing beats a sun-kissed William Katt burying a corpse in his backyard accompanied by the tune. I’m open to other Ronstadt suggestions, though.