Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 16, 2008

No Xmas for John's Cache


And the Christmas lights, they blew up
Now the leccy's all gone dead
I look like a coal miner
And I've a pain inside my head

--A CHRISTMAS LULLABY (1996)

I’m not gonna dwell on the negative, but this theme is woeful. Both the theme itself and my attempt to make a tape. It’s like the baseball theme – there’s just so few songs on topic that are any good. Two of my favorite artists from the borough of Queens – Run DMC and the Ramones – both made very forgettable Christmas songs late in their careers, leaving a bad taste, so I’m not gonna bother with them. It’s ill-timed too, so let’s just get it over with, concede to BD, and move on.

Little Saint Nick – The Beach Boys
Christmas Greetings – The Beatles
Merry Christmas Baby – Chuck Berry
Little Drummer Boy – Bing Crosby and David Bowie
Santa Claus is Back in Town – Elvis Presley
No Xmas for John Quays – The Fall
Christmas Episode 1946 – Jack Benny Radio Program
Run Rudolph Run – Keith Richards
Fairytale of New York – The Pogues
A Christmas Lullaby – Shane MacGowan and the Popes
Santa Claus – The Sonics
Comanche (Link Wray's Christmas) – Wild Billy Childish & the Musicians of the British Empire
Jesus Christ – Woody Guthrie

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Mum's the Word: the Mothers Mixtape

No more drama:

“Save all the drama,” intoned the older, but not yet wiser Roxanne Shanté in 1992, “cause here comes the Big Mama.” At that point, eight years after her debut at age 14, the Queensbridge native proceeded to destroy all challengers in a lyrical firestorm of brutal intensity. Although the song “Big Mama” was not about Shanté’s own, real motherhood, it did have as its theme her self-perceived maternal position—as one of the first ever female rappers--in the extended hip hop family (e.g., sampling her signature line from an earlier record: “I gave birth to most of them MCs”). She was always from the old school of boasting rhymes, but this was a diss record of epic proportion, and a truly grand (or rather, grandiose) finale to her underappreciated music career (which, in unlikely fashion, gave way to an academic career culminating in a PhD in psychology -- not bad for a teenaged mom from the projects). Indeed, it seemed the grown-up Shanté went just that little bit too far on Big Mama, and on the last album (“The Bitch is Back”), trying too obviously to reinvent herself as a female gangster, pandering to the commercial tastes of the times. In the end, rap records in the 1990s were bought by boys and she could never fit the right mold; long-time fans recognize more of the clever 14-year old Roxanne in modern day interview clips as Dr. Shanté than they did in the cover of “The Bitch”, which depicted a blinged-up, gun-toting, uh, ho.

Melodrama:

A couple of other records about mothers, or which invoke mothers, exude not just drama, but supreme melodrama. When Morrissey calls out for his mummy in The Smiths’ “I Know it’s Over”, it’s because he’s sure he’s half-buried in his grave already: either his relationship or his life has gone inexorably (and theatrically—hey, it’s Morrissey) down the tubes. Sidetrack: for a hilarious look at how his ego is as big as his sense of drama, see this first person account of a crew member who was fired after the first day on the job... I notice that Mary Weiss’s 1965 hairstyle is in style at the moment (in Dublin, at least), and that new bands like Glasvegas (this year) and the Raveonettes (last year) are again name-checking the Shangri-La’s, whose “I Can Never Go Home Anymore” might be the only pop song more tragically melodramatic than “I Know it’s Over”. Like Roxanne Shanté, Weiss is also from the borough of Queens and grew up as a tough-girl performer, but in her music she—unlike the Queen of Emceein’--was able to show her vulnerable side, too.

I’m gonna hide
If she don’t leave me alone
I’m gonna run away

True life drama:

The teenaged Mary Weiss had not been speaking to her mother for a few years at that point and she was in tears during the recording, so this was not just a case of drama for the sake of performance… Two more on the Mothers Mixtape come from true life. Tricky called a whole album (Maxinquaye) after his mom, who committed suicide when he was five years old, and reportedly said he felt her singing his lyrics though him. As in the track Aftermath, maybe?

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The back story of the Sex Pistols’ aural essay on abortion, Bodies, was always that the protagonist Pauline from Birmingham, “who lived in a tree”, was a mentally ill groupie who wrote to John Lydon and eventually turned up at his door in London. Only 18 years later in his memoir did he reveal another event—this time from his childhood--that inspired one of the band’s most powerful songs, and yep, it had to do with his mom (and a miscarriage, and an outhouse). Lydon’s Irish immigrant mother makes a second appearance on the Mothers Mixtape, as the focus of PiL’s Death Disco

Here’s the full track listing for the Mothers Mixtape:

Mamma Mia - ABBA
Blues In The Night – Dinah Shore
That's All Right Mama - Elvis Presley
Mother Popcorn, Pt. 1 - James Brown
Harper Valley PTA - Jeannie C Riley
Mother Queen of My Heart - Jimmie Rodgers
Mama Tried - Merle Haggard
Welfare Mothers - Neil Young & Crazy Horse
Death Disco - Public Image Limited
Mama's Boy - Ramones
Have You Seen Your Mother Baby Standing in the Shadows - Rolling Stones
Big Mama - Roxanne Shanté
Bodies - Sex Pistols
Mother Mo Chroi - Shane MacGowan and the Popes
I Can Never Go Home Anymore - Shangri-Las
Mama Used to Say - Shinehead
I Know It's Over – The Smiths
Aftermath - Tricky

Only two of the above overlap with Bob Dylan’s mixtape:

Mama Don't Allow It - Julia Lee
Daddy Loves Mommyo - Tommy Duncan
Mama Didn't Lie - Jan Bradley
I'll Go to the Church Again With Momma - Buck Owens
Mama Told Me Not to Come - Randy Newman
Mama Get the Hammer - Bobby Peterson Quintet
Mama Talk To Your Daughter - J. B. Lenoir
A Mother's Love - Earl King
Mama He Treats Your Daughter Mean - Ruth Brown
Let Old Mother Nature Have Her Way - Carl Smith
Mother Earth - Memphis Slim
Mother in Law - Ernie K-Doe
Mother in Law Blues - Little Junior Parker
Mama Tried - Merle Haggard
Gonna Tell Your Mother - Jimmy McCracklin
Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby Standing in the Shadows - Rolling Stones
Mother Fuyer - Dirty Red
Mama Said Knock You Out - LL Cool J

Saturday, October 18, 2008

My Mixtape Brings All the Boys to the Yard


Bob Dylan has a mixtape radio show – it’s on Phantom FM here in Dublin. I like Dylan a little, and I used to love mixtapes. I can’t say I’ve been a faithful listener, but I did catch his holiday theme show last December. He played a bunch of obscuro Christmas records and spewed a surprising lot of between-song patter. Like Joe Strummer during his vanity gig as a BBC World Service DJ, Dylan seemed to be getting off on some kind of midnight hipster Wolfman Jack fantasy. It was a good show, but his shtick did get a little tiresome. Anyway, I like the choice of themes he has used for his shows (“Weather,” “Coffee”, “Trains”, “More Trains,” etc.). So I guess I’ll post my mixtapes using the same themes, and throw in some links where possible. First up is Weather.

Looks like I overlap with BD on three songs, but on two of them, it’s not the same version (see BD’s list at the end of the post)... For all those who still fail to understand that Elvis Presley was once a performer full of only innocence and no artifice, listen to him on I Don’t Care if the Sun Don’t Shine, or any other song on the Sun Sessions LP... The White Stripes are the perfect modern band for the middle aged dude who went through Led Zeppelin, Muddy Waters, Kinks, Buzzcocks and Cramps phases in the 70s and 80s... Epicycle was a band at my high school back then, and props to them for not sounding like Foreigner, whose sampled Cold as Ice chorus is chipmunkized on M.O.P.’s gangsta rap hit, the other redeeming feature of which is a truly monster bass line... Archive.org--a.k.a. the basement of the Internet--has demos from the Warlocks, the precursor to the Grateful Dead... And finally, there are times when I would agree with Youtube user prolo67, who says A Rainy Night in Soho is the best love song ever written. Shame the video features the extra slick 1991 remix (added strings and horns), not the raw, original Poguetry in Motion version.

    The Weather Mixtape
300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues - The White Stripes
Four Strong Winds - Johnny Cash
California Sun - The Ramones
Keep on the Sunny Side - The Carter Family
Have You Ever Seen the Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday
Life is a Breeze - Epicycle
Cold As ICE - M.O.P.
Johnny Thunder - The Kinks
Blister in the Sun - Violent Femmes
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan
Hurricane - The Collins Kids
I Don't Care if the Sun Don't Shine - Elvis Presley
Storm Warning - Mac Rebennack (aka Dr. John)
Who Loves The Sun - Velvet Underground
Rainy Days and Mondays - The Carpenters
Early Morning Rain - The Warlocks
A Rainy Night in Soho - The Pogues

For reference purposes, here’s Bob Dylan’s Weather tape:

Blow Wind Blow - Muddy Waters
You Are My Sunshine - Jimmie Davis
California Sun - Joe Jones
I Don't Care if the Sun Don't Shine - Dean Martin
Just Walking in the Rain - The Prisonaires
After the Clouds Roll Away - The Consolers
The Wind Cries Mary - Jimi Hendrix
Come Rain or Come Shine - Judy Garland
It's Raining - Irma Thomas
Didn't It Rain - Sister Rosetta Tharpe
Raining in my Heart - Slim Harpo
Jamaica Hurricane - Lord Beginner
Let the four Winds Blow - Fats Domino
Stormy Weather - The Spaniels
A Place in the Sun (song) - Stevie Wonder
Summer Wind - Frank Sinatra
Uncloudy Day - The Staple Singers
Keep on the Sunny Side - The Carter Family