Song lyrics come to mind sometimes when I'm coming up with titles for posts. I had a little down-time today and I sorted through all of my posts to see exactly what sonic self-portrait I am developing with these top-of-my-head music references.
- Pop Will Eat Itself - My F-111, gonna shoot shoot shoot it up
- Eagles - My Maserati does one eighty-five
- MC Hammer - Don't touch that!
- Foreigner - C'mon baby, do you do more than dance?
- Golden Palominos - The Animal Speaks
- Beastie Boys - No sleep til Koco's
- Bob Dylan - I'm goin back to New York City, I do believe that I've had enough
- Scissor Sisters - I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
- Red Hot Chili Peppers - Take me to your backwoods now...
- Beatles - Get back!
- M.I.A. - Galang galang
- Jazz Butcher - This is the reason I stopped going to the pictures
- Sugarcubes - Delicious demon
- Simple Minds - Theme for great cities
- Big Audio Dynamite - Down at the Globe
- Gang of Four - She fills her head with culture - she gives herself an ulcer
- Pixies - Vamos a jugar por la playa
- All Mighty Senators - If you're freaky and you like it say "Whee!"
- Dan Zanes - House party
- All Mighty Senators - "My name is Landis, and I write a lot of songs about booty"
- Eddie Money - Four tickets to Paradise
- All Mighty Senators - When you're walking downtown to hang at the club, you take GIANT STEPS
- ...and... The The - I'm just a symptom of the moral decay that's gnawing at the heart of the country
Well. There's no doubt that I listened to college radio in the 80's and 90's, is there.
Golden Palominos - that was a loose band put together by Anton Fier, with Syd Straw and Michael Stipe in it initially. There was a version of The Animal Speaks with vocals by Jack Bruce, but on the album John Lydon sings it.
But the Eagles - I hate the Eagles (but I love Joe Walsh - wasn't it great when he was on Drew Carey's TV show? kind of playing himself?); and Foreigner and Eddie Money, my god, less said the better.
Pixies and Gang of Four and Sugarcubes and The The... you know what's funny? My sister-in-law Nancy went to the art school attached to my university, a year ahead of me. Millions of years later, after I'd started shacking up with her brother, she and I put together that we'd actually attended some of the same parties (including one with a toilet-paper bridal gown and a 7-foot penis), and then when we started reminiscing about music, she started pulling out the exact same records that had meant so much to me way back then. So I'd say that you probably knew a girl just like me. Maybe you knew Nancy.