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ventaIt's Friday! It's three o'clock! It's time to Boogie At Your Desk!
Friday afternoons need a little something. I think they need a Top Tune. Something to make you shuffle in your seat and, if possible, Boogie At Your Desk. I'll be endeavouring to fill this gap on Fridays this year.
I'm not claiming that any track provided to enable At-Desk Boogying is one of the world's best or most profound pieces of music. They will, however, be tunes which make me smile, and which have at some stage made me surreptitiously Boogie At My Desk.
Desks are not compulsory, of course. Feel free to boogie through your office, in your bedroom, round your lab, across your classroom, on the train - wherever you find yourself on a Friday afternoon.
If you like the track, go out and buy the album it belongs to - I'll try and recommend a suitable CD to purchase for any BAYD track.
This link will expire at some point in the future.
Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
The Magnetic Fields - The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side
Before anyone asks, the strange squelchy noise is not an artefact of poor mp3-ing on my part. It really does sound like that on the original.
Yesterday, I was expounding to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wimble my theory that a 2 or 3 disk album is a bad introduction to a band. It's too large, it's too daunting, and the recomendee will probably never bother with it. This theory is true in absolutely every case.
Except this one.
69 Love Songs is a work of utter genius, and is utterly delightful from beginning to end. It's the first Magnetic Fields album I listened to, and it won me over from about .35 seconds into Disc 1. I later decided the best way of describing them was "lo-fi Divine Comedy". Better descriptions in six words or under welcomed.
I heard a few Magnetic Fields tracks on Launchcast, then heardzotz loudly recommending them. By that time, I couldn't track down 69 Love Songs in the UK, and ordered it direct from the American label. Shortly after, a reissued version appeared over here for about three times the price. Fortunately, it is now down to (on Amazon) a remarkably likeable £10.99.
Now, 69 songs for eleven quid. You can't say fairer than that.
You see, 69 Love Songs is a descriptive title[*]. Three disks, 23 love songs per disk. It surprises you that a hardbitten cynic like me can stomach so many as 23 love songs, let alone 69 ?
Well.. they're not quite your ordinary love songs. They're the sort you can live with. Some are happy, some less so. Some are bitter, cynical, unrequited or sad. Some tackle particular aspects of a relationship (like, say, wanting to murder the other half, or acknowledging that your husband can't remember the fact you married). Some drip with a saccharine sincerity, or explode with the exuberance of being happy with someone. Others are simply surreal. The songs are also delievered with a pleasing absence of attention to the gender of the singer(s), meaning that overall the collection of songs is neither gay nor straight.
Incidentally, The Luckiest Guy... sounds very little like the other 68. Quite a lot of the songs sound unlike the other 68. Most musical styles and song-forms get a look-in somewhere - blues, jazz, (very) light opera, minuet, Motown, folk, ... The Magnetic Fields play with form and pastiche like they play with words, and they make it look so easy.
Some songs (Love is Like Jazz, Experimental Music Love) are, frankly, just wanking around. But I'm prepared to forgive them that - hell, I'm even prepared to forgive them their banjo. I'll forgive some people anything if they invent a word like "prowesslessnesslessness" and sing it in cold blood.
Am I gushing yet ? Er, sorry. I think I'd rate this as "best album bought in 2004".
And the Magnetic Fields can have a Tom Lehrer award for truly excruciating rhymes. I'm sure they wrote Reno Dakota and Death of Ferdinand de Saussure just to prove that yes, thank you, they really could think of quite a lot of things that rhymed with Dakota and Saussure, respectively. Also a prize for the best song ever to mention a zebra.
Incidentally, a question for existing Magnetic Fields fans: I'm curious to know what song might you have picked to BAYD to ? Fine as 69 Love Songs is, few tracks strike me as immediately boogieworthy. In fact, Stephen Merritt would probably be quite offended that I even suggested boogying. You're allowed to choose off that, off i, or off Holiday, because those are the albums I own.
I was tempted by I Thought You Were My Boyfriend, but was disconcerted by the knowledge that if I used that as an introduction to the band,verlaine would come round my house and kick me in. Even if he is on another continent.
[*] Like The Caesars' 39 Minutes of Bliss (In an Otherwise Meaningless World). Are there any more ?
Friday afternoons need a little something. I think they need a Top Tune. Something to make you shuffle in your seat and, if possible, Boogie At Your Desk. I'll be endeavouring to fill this gap on Fridays this year.
I'm not claiming that any track provided to enable At-Desk Boogying is one of the world's best or most profound pieces of music. They will, however, be tunes which make me smile, and which have at some stage made me surreptitiously Boogie At My Desk.
Desks are not compulsory, of course. Feel free to boogie through your office, in your bedroom, round your lab, across your classroom, on the train - wherever you find yourself on a Friday afternoon.
If you like the track, go out and buy the album it belongs to - I'll try and recommend a suitable CD to purchase for any BAYD track.
This link will expire at some point in the future.
Today you were invited to Boogie At Your Desk to:
The Magnetic Fields - The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side
Before anyone asks, the strange squelchy noise is not an artefact of poor mp3-ing on my part. It really does sound like that on the original.
Yesterday, I was expounding to
wimble my theory that a 2 or 3 disk album is a bad introduction to a band. It's too large, it's too daunting, and the recomendee will probably never bother with it. This theory is true in absolutely every case.Except this one.
69 Love Songs is a work of utter genius, and is utterly delightful from beginning to end. It's the first Magnetic Fields album I listened to, and it won me over from about .35 seconds into Disc 1. I later decided the best way of describing them was "lo-fi Divine Comedy". Better descriptions in six words or under welcomed.
I heard a few Magnetic Fields tracks on Launchcast, then heard
zotz loudly recommending them. By that time, I couldn't track down 69 Love Songs in the UK, and ordered it direct from the American label. Shortly after, a reissued version appeared over here for about three times the price. Fortunately, it is now down to (on Amazon) a remarkably likeable £10.99.Now, 69 songs for eleven quid. You can't say fairer than that.
You see, 69 Love Songs is a descriptive title[*]. Three disks, 23 love songs per disk. It surprises you that a hardbitten cynic like me can stomach so many as 23 love songs, let alone 69 ?
Well.. they're not quite your ordinary love songs. They're the sort you can live with. Some are happy, some less so. Some are bitter, cynical, unrequited or sad. Some tackle particular aspects of a relationship (like, say, wanting to murder the other half, or acknowledging that your husband can't remember the fact you married). Some drip with a saccharine sincerity, or explode with the exuberance of being happy with someone. Others are simply surreal. The songs are also delievered with a pleasing absence of attention to the gender of the singer(s), meaning that overall the collection of songs is neither gay nor straight.
Incidentally, The Luckiest Guy... sounds very little like the other 68. Quite a lot of the songs sound unlike the other 68. Most musical styles and song-forms get a look-in somewhere - blues, jazz, (very) light opera, minuet, Motown, folk, ... The Magnetic Fields play with form and pastiche like they play with words, and they make it look so easy.
Some songs (Love is Like Jazz, Experimental Music Love) are, frankly, just wanking around. But I'm prepared to forgive them that - hell, I'm even prepared to forgive them their banjo. I'll forgive some people anything if they invent a word like "prowesslessnesslessness" and sing it in cold blood.
Am I gushing yet ? Er, sorry. I think I'd rate this as "best album bought in 2004".
And the Magnetic Fields can have a Tom Lehrer award for truly excruciating rhymes. I'm sure they wrote Reno Dakota and Death of Ferdinand de Saussure just to prove that yes, thank you, they really could think of quite a lot of things that rhymed with Dakota and Saussure, respectively. Also a prize for the best song ever to mention a zebra.
Incidentally, a question for existing Magnetic Fields fans: I'm curious to know what song might you have picked to BAYD to ? Fine as 69 Love Songs is, few tracks strike me as immediately boogieworthy. In fact, Stephen Merritt would probably be quite offended that I even suggested boogying. You're allowed to choose off that, off i, or off Holiday, because those are the albums I own.
I was tempted by I Thought You Were My Boyfriend, but was disconcerted by the knowledge that if I used that as an introduction to the band,
verlaine would come round my house and kick me in. Even if he is on another continent.[*] Like The Caesars' 39 Minutes of Bliss (In an Otherwise Meaningless World). Are there any more ?
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Date: 2005-06-17 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 02:13 pm (UTC)Apologies to anyone who got Kung Fu (again) by mistake.
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Date: 2005-06-17 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 02:44 pm (UTC)I'd bought Stiff Little Fingers: Anthology, Squeeze: Big Squeeze and
The Only Ones: Why Don't You Kill Yourself, and lent them to
Instead, she, well, vented...
Essentially (I understood) her thesis was "When getting introduced to a new (to you) band, you don't want their entire back catalogue. You want a managable amount of the good stuff."
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Date: 2005-06-17 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-19 11:21 pm (UTC)In fairness, I wasn't claiming that the SLF Anthology was a bad introduction, more that it was just plain bad.
My intro to SLF was Nobody's Heroes (on vinyl, no less) which has the twin benefits of being (a) short and (b) good.
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Date: 2005-06-17 02:03 pm (UTC)Michael Jackson's Bad, perhaps?
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Date: 2005-06-17 04:03 pm (UTC)Although maybe these days Dangerous is more appropriate...
On love he said: 'I'm not so sure that it even exists'
Date: 2005-06-17 02:10 pm (UTC)Re: On love he said: 'I'm not so sure that it even exists'
Date: 2005-06-17 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 02:34 pm (UTC)Quite a sweet and charming song :)
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Date: 2005-06-17 03:20 pm (UTC)That's my real criticism of love songs - the majority of them are just wanting-to-get-into-someone's-pants songs in a uniquely uninspiring and euphemistic form. If I want that sort of theme I'd rather listen to David Coverdale and his friends spelling it out in 100ft high letters.
In the meantime, some love songs about love would make a nice change.
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Date: 2005-06-17 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-17 03:46 pm (UTC)Anyway, since
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Date: 2005-06-17 03:26 pm (UTC)Glancing at my CDs:
Sum 41, Half Hour of Power (and, for that matter and in their opinion, All Killer No Filler), Dandy Warhols Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia (although I suppose technically they aren't actually tales), and of course The Shirehorses The worst... The Shirehorses, Peela Tater, Baby Bloke, The Charley Twins, Dick Cave & The Bad Cheese feat. Riley Minogue, Doofergrass, Gazebo, Edwyn Bobbins, Flush, Moronico, Cheeper, Dick Cave & The Bad Cheese feat. Alan Bawl (no relation), The Ra-Gnomes, Aladdin-ane, Frank Spencer Blues Explosion, Po-Fasis album in the world... ever... EVER!
Any more?
Date: 2005-06-17 03:53 pm (UTC)Otherwise you get things like Billy Idol: Idol Songs - 11 of the best, or Cyndi Lauper: Twelve Deadly Cyns... And Then Some, which seems to be somewhat cheating.
Hunting my mp3 collection, I find Julian Cope: 20 Mothers. Which does have 20 tracks, but I don't know whether they are the Mothers of the title.
Does the Corrs: Forgotten, Not Forgiven count? (Pity that's not really the title!)
Deep Purple: Made In Japan (which isn't strictly obedient, since it's referring to Japanese concerts, rather than to the number of tracks).
Duran Duran could claim Pop Trash and Decade.
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Date: 2005-06-17 04:13 pm (UTC)Better than T Rex's 'Debora(arobeD)'? "O Debora you look like a zebra / Your sunken face is like a galleon / Clawed with mysteries of the spanish main..."
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Date: 2005-06-19 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 04:45 am (UTC)(It's also rather short, which I think is generally a good thing for a pop song.)