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  • Guilty pleasures

    Guilty pleasures

    Some songs are just plain guilty pleasures…

    I may lose what little street cred I ever had by admitting that I kind of like Paris Hilton’s minor hit song from 2006, “Stars Are Blind”. Like a lot of people, I scoffed when I heard Paris Hilton, formerly famous for being a beautiful heiress who made a sex tape, had made an album. I didn’t bother to listen to it when it was popular because I figured it would suck. Then one day, I ran across a parody video on YouTube…

    The parody was made by omovies and featured on YouTube during the summer of 2007, around the time Paris Hilton was serving time in a Los Angeles jail for reckless driving on a suspended license. I thought the parody was funny and I found that I kind of enjoyed the song’s reggae beat. It made me curious about the original, so I went looking for “Stars Are Blind” on YouTube.

    While I do think I like the parody better, mainly because the person singing it has a much better voice and the video is more fun to watch, I will confess that “Stars Are Blind” is not a bad effort at all. I’ve certainly heard much worse. I now count “Stars Are Blind” as one of my many guilty pleasures.

    It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Paris Hilton can sort of sing. Her mother, Kathy, was an actress back in the 70s and even tried out for the part of “Fake Jan” on The Brady Bunch Hour. Since this post is about guilty pleasures, I will confess that all things Brady, especially The Brady Bunch Hour, are guilty pleasures for me. Kathy Hilton lost the part of “fake” Jan Brady to Geri Reischl, who evidently has a better singing voice. Come to think of it, she also has a better singing voice than “Real Jan”, Eve Plumb. I’m sure that Kathy Hilton feels like she dodged a bullet by not being part of the pure weirdness that was The Brady Bunch Hour.


    You can hear “Fake Jan” sing on this clip from the truly bizarre The Brady Bunch Hour.

    You know who else was involved in the Brady Bunch Hour? Susan Buckner, famous for her role as “Patty Simcox” in the 1978 film, Grease, was one of the bizarre synchronized swimmers/divers featured on The Brady Bunch Hour. The Osmonds had ice skaters; The Bradys had Esther Williams like bathing beauties. And hey, former champion swimmer and movie star Esther Williams died yesterday, so this post is even a little bit topical!

    Pop music is full of guilty pleasure songs. Consider the early 1990s, when there were two very similar songs out…


    There was Tag Team’s “Whoomp There It Is”…


    And there was 95 South’s “Whoot There It Is”…

    They are sort of marginally different, I guess. I probably couldn’t tell the difference between the two unless I really concentrated. I will admit the chorus is very catchy, though. When these songs were popular, I was working as the cook at a church summer camp and one of the teenaged guys who worked as a dish washer used to sing these songs all the time. And now, they are guilty pleasures, though I don’t feel guilty about turning them off when they inevitably start to grate on my nerves.

    Then a few years later, the Baha Men came out with “Who Let The Dogs Out”, a song that I initially found kind of infectious but later got really sick of hearing. Maybe it’s because it sounds so much like either “Whoot There It Is” or “Whoomp There It Is”.

    I also got sick of “The Macarena”, though it was a guilty pleasure when I first heard it. It has a beat you can dance to; heck, the song is about a dance! How could you not love that? Every time I hear it, it reminds me of Istanbul, Turkey. I happened to be there on vacation in 1996 when this song apparently hit big. So instead of Spanish dancers, I think of Turks.


    I never did learn how to do The Macarena properly.

    You know what the ultimate guilty pleasure is? “MmmBop” by Hanson. I have to admit, I kind of like this song, even though it’s pure pop and consists of about four chords. This morning, someone on my Facebook said his wife actually rang off a phone call because “MmmBop” had come on the radio and she wanted to listen to it.


    I never did learn how to roller blade, either.

    Here’s an ironic twist. “The Macarena” is a song by Spanish singers that reminds me of Turkey. “MmmBop” is a song by adolescent Americans that reminds me of Spain. It happened to be very popular when I was visiting Barcelona in 1997, so now every time I hear it, I think of that city.

    I do like “good” music that has a message or is performed by someone with legitimate talent. But I have to admit a weakness for the bizarre, the inane, and the ridiculous. Most of the songs profiled in this post fit that description very well and qualify easily as guilty pleasures. And since it’s Friday, here’s another guilty pleasure song to kick off your weekend.

  • Six artists whose music changed my life…

    Six artists whose music changed my life…

    The right music can be life-altering. Here are six artists whose music changed my life in some way…

    Pat Benatar Crimes of Passion (1980)

    Picture it. It’s 1981. I’m nine years old and there is still one older sister out of three living at home with me. My older sister is seventeen and has a stereo that plays vinyl. Every night, I hear her playing songs by Hall & Oates, Rose Royce, The Eagles and Pat Benatar. I am especially attracted to Pat Benatar’s voice. It’s huge, clear, and powerful. The album my sister plays is Crimes of Passion. I remember seeing the cover of it; tiny Pat is wearing a sparkly black leotard and is backed up to a barre. Her brown hair is permed and curly and she’s wearing a lot of makeup. Even though the big hit on that album is “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”, I’m attracted to deeper cuts– “Prisoner of Love” and a song called “Out-A-Touch”. I also love what Pat’s done with Kate Bush’s song, “Wuthering Heights”. At that time in my life, I had not yet been exposed to Kate Bush. I didn’t realize that the original was a lot better than Pat’s remake. I wanted my own copy of that album.

    Remember, it was 1981. That was before people were so concerned about kidnappers or other dangers. My parents were very underprotective by today’s standards. I was allowed to walk to the store by myself. This was permitted even though getting to the store involved walking along a busy major highway and crossing four lanes of traffic to get to the shopping center. The shopping center had a Murphy’s Mart, which was a discount store kind of akin to K-Mart. I remember scrimping and saving up about eight dollars so I could buy my own vinyl copy of Crimes of Passion. I remember the pride I felt in that accomplishment. It was my very first music purchase.


    Pat Benatar sings “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”.

    Years later, I still own a copy of that album, though now it’s in a digital format. I still really admire Pat Benatar’s talent. I love a lot of her early rock performances, though I was even more impressed when in 1991, she released True Love, an album that showcases her jazz and blues chops. I wish she’d do another album like that one.

    Kate Bush The Dreaming (1982)

    A couple of years after I purchased my own copy of Crimes of Passion, I was hanging out with another sister; this one is eleven years my senior. This sister is also a music lover, but her tastes are definitely more artistic and rock oriented than the other sister’s. We share a room in my parents’ house, because this sister is only home on breaks and frankly she and the other sister would be at each other’s throats if they had to share a room. This sister also has a stack of vinyl records and a stereo. And one day, she’s playing music that, to me, was both foreign and wonderful.

    I asked her who the singer was. My sister explained that it was Kate Bush, a British singer who had just come out with a new album called, The Dreaming. My sister had seen Kate Bush perform on Top Of The Pops when we lived in England a few years prior. She was impressed, so when she saw Kate Bush had a new album out, she took a chance and bought it. I remember being completely enchanted by songs from that album, particularly “Night Of The Swallow”, which stuck in my head for years until I finally purchased my own copy of The Dreaming on cassette.


    “Night of the Swallow”

    After I bought that album in 1989, I became a full-fledged Kate Bush fanatic…

    James Taylor Flag (1979)

    I could write an ode to just about all of James Taylor’s albums. They have all meant a lot to me. It was 1979’s Flag, though, that really got me hooked on his music. The same sister who was into Kate Bush had a copy of Flag on vinyl and I remember hearing her play “Up On The Roof”, Taylor’s gorgeous cover of a song written by Carole King and Gerry Goffin. I remember being affected by the warmth of James Taylor’s vocals. There was something about his voice that was so comforting and moving to me. I also loved the arrangement, which made use of strings and piano.


    James Taylor sings “Up On The Roof”.

    I bought my own copy of Flag in 1990 and remember listening to it a lot in college, especially during my freshman year. It consoled me through a lot of tough days.

    Alison Krauss and Union Station New Favorite (2001)

    Alison Krauss is one of those artists I used to hear a lot about when I was growing up, but I never bothered to sit down and listen to her music. Until the last fifteen years or so, she was primarily known in bluegrass circles for playing fiddle and having a beautiful, pure voice. Of course, now she’s a huge star who’s even recorded with Robert Plant, Led Zeppelin’s legendary front man. I think I’d heard her sing with Lyle Lovett on his 1998 double album, Step Inside This House and was impressed. So in 2002, when I still had a membership to Columbia House and had some free CDs coming, I purchased her solo album Forget About It and her 2001 album with her band, Union Station, New Favorite. I loved both of the CDs and quickly started adding to my Alison Krauss collection. I think I have just about all of her stuff, now. But it was New Favorite that got me there.


    Alison Krauss and Union Station sing “The Lucky One”.

    Lyle Lovett Joshua Judges Ruth (1992)

    I remember the very first time I heard Lyle Lovett sing. It was in 1996 and I was in Yerevan, Armenia at a gathering of fellow Peace Corps Volunteers. The married couple who was hosting the get-together had turned on some music. I wasn’t paying too much attention to it, until my ears caught the chorus of Lyle Lovett’s song, “Since The Last Time”. The song starts off kind of slow, then builds into an upbeat number with bluesy harmonies and lyrics about losing touch with loved ones… until the last time somebody died. When I got back to the United States in 1997, I started buying Lyle Lovett’s music so I could find that song. As I recall, I had bought most of his available albums when I finally stumbled across Joshua Judges Ruth. Since then, I’ve found plenty of songs by Lyle Lovett that I love… but this one was the very first.


    Lyle Lovett and “Since The Last Time”.

    Stevie Wonder Songs In The Key of Life (1976)

    Anybody who was around in the 70s and 80s knows Stevie Wonder. He was everywhere during that time period. I discovered his album, Songs In The Key of Life in the late 1990s. It was my oldest sister who introduced it to me when I heard his beautiful song, “As” playing on the radio. I had heard the song many times, but that was the first time I’d ever really listened to the lyrics closely. I started buying all his early albums until I finally found Songs In The Key of Life, a magnificent two volume set with songs that had healing lyrics. I can honestly say that Stevie Wonder’s music helped save me from clinical depression. If that’s not life changing, I don’t know what is.


    Stevie Wonder sings “As”.

    Of course, I can think of plenty of other songs and artists who have changed my life in some way. The six artists profiled in this article are the ones who have been pivotal to me… at least today as I sit here thinking about it. These are the artists who actually inspired an obsession… I was compelled to buy their music and I still love what they do years later. Can you think of any artists or albums that changed your life? Leave a comment.

  • Turning off the TV

    Turning off the TV

    Turning off the TV and turning on good music…

    TV

    Tuesday night, my husband Bill and I watched several episodes of South Park on Comedy Central. Wednesday morning, I turned on the TV to get my daily trash fix. It wasn’t working. I got nothing but “snow”. Realizing that sometimes the satellite goes on the fritz and fixes itself, I decided to wait it out. I turned off the TV and turned on iTunes, where I have several playlists that I made on days when I was in need of something to do. Wednesday’s selections came from my “comforting” playlist, which has a broad variety of music on it, everything from classical to new age to laid back songs by singer-songwriters. It’s a really nice playlist, if I do say so myself… very calming and soothing.

    By Thursday morning, I realized that the comforting playlist was making me feel like an old lady. I was starting to have flashbacks of being a child riding in the backseat of my dad’s perpetual stream of minivans, forced to listen to easy listening music while he very annoyingly tried to hum along. It wasn’t a very pleasant self-revelation, so when I discovered the TV was still out of commission, I switched playlists and turned on my 70s mix.

    The first few songs were kind of bizarre. While the 1970s was a treasure trove of good rock music, there were a few songs out there that seemed a little weird. And, of course there’s the whole disco thing to contend with. Just before bedtime, though, my iTunes 70s mix suddenly played a long string of excellent songs that even Bill appreciated. We got great songs by Led Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Steely Dan, Rush, and John Lennon. Bill was particularly delighted by “All My Love” by Led Zeppelin, while I stayed up long enough to hear “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” by Elton John and Kiki Dee.

    This morning, the TV is still not working properly, so I’ve turned on the 1980s mix. So far, I’ve heard “Steal Away” by Robbie Dupree, “Rock the Casbah” by The Clash, “Dreamin’” by Cliff Richard, “Beds Are Burning” by Midnight Oil, “Who’s Holding Donna Now” by DeBarge and “Invisible Touch” by Genesis. It occurs to me that these songs are pretty pop-oriented. They were popular when I was coming of age. “Invisible Touch” makes me feel kind of ancient, actually, since it was a popular song when I was 14 and I will be turning 41 next month!

    I suppose if I start feeling really dated by noon, I’ll have to switch to my “Maneater” mix, which consists of songs about hard-hearted, predatory women. Yes, Hall and Oates’ “Maneater” is on that playlist, as is “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?” by The Culture Club and “Cold As Ice” by Foreigner. Hmmm… it occurs to me that I really do need to start listening to newer music! Either that, or I should make a playlist of musicians I have recently discovered. The older I get, the more set in the ways I seem to become, though– and the more I seem to be like my parents at my age, who seemed hopelessly out of touch with the times. If anyone catches me listening to elevator music, do me a favor and get me to live music venue, stat!

    As for the TV, Bill says he’s going to try to fix it when he gets home from work. Since he’s not particularly handy, that means I’ll probably spend the next few days rediscovering old songs and finding new favorites. In all seriousness, I’ve actually kind of enjoyed not watching TV these past few days. I really should make a habit out of turning off the TV.

    Supertramp’s “Cannonball” is playing right now…