My Hits Of 1981

Twenty four years since high school ended and undergrad began. I sometimes wonder that, with the passing of time, that moment in my life is as distant as 1957 was to it. Ancient history I would have said then.

Anyway, someone has created a internet meme-thingie about the songs in the top 100 you really liked by showing them in bold and Michael picked it up for 1987 and John for (I think) 1976. In response, here are my notes from top ten of 1981:

1. “Bette Davis Eyes”, Kim Carnes – awful

2. “Endless Love”, Diana Ross and Lionel Richie – awful

3. “Lady”, Kenny Rogers – really awful

4. “(Just Like) Starting Over”, John Lennon

I had the 45 and gave it to a Beatles fan a couple of years ago. John Lennon’s death greatly affected me and my pals in the middle of our grade 12. It also spawned the ditto band show “Beatlemania” that people watched in Canadian rinks.

5. “Jessie’s Girl”, Rick Springfield

I actually liked this one. But, then again, I watched General Hospital after school. Synth, rocky guitar and the saucy lyric.

6. “Celebration”, Kool and The Gang

really awful and made worse when the committee girls at school played it about 12 times during what was billed as a “new wave dance”.

7. “Kiss On My List”, Daryl Hall and John Oates

I really only came to appreciate them as something I could stand around 1983.

8. “I Love A Rainy Night”, Eddie Rabbitt

Yee. Haa. Yet I recall driving around Truro singing the song on a summer evening between the end of one school and the start of another.

9. “9 To 5”, Dolly Parton – beyond redemption. Cow pie.

10. “Keep On Loving You”, REO Speedwagon

The soundtrack of my life…errr…I meant this really sucked if only for encouraging Richard (“Dickie”) Marks in the years that followed.

Click here for my entire top 100 list for 1981 if you really need to.

Live 8 In Canada

Seeing as many of the good bands are still out there to be added to a concert, the Toronto part of Live 8 might work out really well:

Wherever it will be held — Downsview, the Molson Amphitheatre, Molson Park in Barrie — the concert, one of eight being held worldwide July 2 to shine the spotlight on poverty in Africa, promises to be a band-packed musical extravaganza. The Rolling Stones lead the list of groups that might take the stage here. The Barenaked Ladies, Jann Arden and Our Lady Peace have also been mentioned, but organizers say nothing official can be announced until early next week. “We’re just flying,” said Katherine Holmes, a spokeswoman for Canadian Live 8. “We don’t know the venue. All we know is that Toronto is confirmed. There’s a lot of work that’s going on to try and put it all together. “Many, many elements of the concert are being finalized as we speak,” Holmes added. “We anticipate Tuesday we will be able to announce venue, ticketing and the lineup.”

Coming as it does on the Saturday after the Friday holiday for the fastastically named Canada Day on July 1st, this nation is well set up to put its feet up and watch TV on a sunny day for this event.

In honour of Ian’s wish list, I hereby call for a Supertramp reunion rather than yet another Rolling Stone gig in Toronto. Supertramp was always way bigger in Canada than the US, outselling some albums here as opposed to there. Get back AC/DC as well as they were the best thing at SARSfest, the only “a-pa-looza” named after a disease I can think of. And that guy in the front row with the black t-shirt with some band’s name of it who jumped up and down all day with a clenched fist? Get him back, too. He was great.

Girl

I don’t know if I can forgive you. Have any of you told me about “Girl” from Beck’s release Guero of earlier this year? No.

Fortunately the timing was perfect despite your indifference, with this warm evening, the apricot light turning to candy floss, I could get six listenings in while in the car going about the town. Though you never shared, I will share: [3.3 MB, .wma file]. It could make me dance again, as long as the DJ played nothing else – except perhaps Franz Ferdinand and endless rocksteady.

Soccer Friday Night

It’s back. Grown men, many gone grey, dressing up in bright colours and short pants to run around like eight year olds. It’s great. With the league restructuring, not this onethis one, I am on a tentatively nameless yellow team, that sort of yellow yellow with a bit of orange yellow. Numbers of the shorts and matching socks, too. It’s like being in a bunch dressed up Action Man footballers, some with guts but without that nasty cheek scar Action Man had. I had a Man U Action Man. Odd as I’ve magic marker Keane on the back of the jersey now and stick it with pins. Or maybe not. I have seen how he gets people back.

The glee of running and sweating overcame my disgust at confirming that the song “This Is The Day” by The The is now selling pants in a Dockers ad. I had to play it and mourn. It is such a good tune. Here it is [.wma, 4.8 MB]. Note the instrumentation. You think it is synthesizers which, being 1983, is a pretty good guess – but its actually an accordion and fiddles.

Ten Day To Life Change

This review of the impending release of the new album by the White Stripes is so over the top I may just buy it on its first day on the shelf:

On June 7, the White Stripes return with a thrilling new album, “Get Behind Me Satan” (Third Man/V2/BMG), that goes a long way toward dismantling the band’s goofy mythology. It’s an album so strong and so unexpected that it may change the way people hear all its predecessors. And that’s just a start. Listen long enough, and this album might change the way you hear lots of other bands, too.

Scissor Sisters

Listening to this for the first time, I am struck how my Elton John, Queen and disco pre-teen pre-punk junior high self was as entirely immersed in what gay culture made it to Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia AM radio. It does make one want to revisit the discography from Captain Fantastic… and back.

Interesting to compare the similar trajectories yet quite distinct 70s nostalgia choices of these folk, The Darkness and Franz Ferdinand.

Easter Monday

In the UK today is called a bank holiday but here the banks were even open. Is there a country more keep to drop holidays than Canada? It is on all the evidence the best day to buy meat as the entire A&P meat section was on about 50% off and, so, it has been a day or roasting and braising and stockmaking and freezing amongst a bout of keen spring cleaning.

The day has not been without personal growth. This morning, on NPR, there was a discussion of the short lived genre of boogaloo. I don’t think I knew there was in fact a genre as I only really knew the word from “Back off Boogaloo” by Ringo Starr on one of those really poor early 70s albums he foisted on unsuspecting tweens to mid-teens. Apparently it was a word used by pal to Ringo, Marc Bolan of T-Rex – the greatest band no one much listens to anymore. Not even me as I only have lps and the turntable is in storage. But this is not about Ringo but the recent release of The Rough Guide to Boogaloo:

Boogaloo originated in New York’s inner-cities in the late 1960s and spawned an array of excellent bands and vocalists, but it has never received much broad recognition. The Rough Guide to Boogaloo aims to change that, nicely showcasing the trademark blend of Cuban salsa rhythms and American soul.

I have and enjoyed the introduction to the first wave provided by The Rough Guide to Ska and have just bought but not listened to The Rough Guide to Dub. This series serves as a preliminary step to deeper obsessions which often require hunting out Trojan Records compilations.

Free

It’s freedom night on my TV apparently. CBC plays A Bug’s Life – yea, kill the grasshoppers – and then the less happily ended Braveheart – yea, kill the English…oops – and flip to PBS’s Austin City Limits and it is the Polyphonic Spree (warning – the best and most appropriate use of introductory flash pages ever), a seduction of 1968 Jesus freaking Godspellishness meeting an echo of Supertramp, followed by the band Ozomatli which “meshes traditional Latin rhythms with modern hip hop blending in Middle Eastern and African beat.”

I think I need a cup of joe before bed just to straighten my head out. Whew!