Pants Off Dance Off

Alright, screw this. I slept in until 8 this morning, then had a nap from 5-6, worked out on the $400 towel rack (the exercise bike) for an hour, and then had a coffee at 9. I lost my buzz cooking for everyone, and am now hopelessly awake. Sooooo. Let’s play some music. Here’s what I want you to do. I’m going to create two categories for you- SONGS I LOVE and GAY ANTHEMS. Put a link to either a song you love or a gay anthem in the comments. This will help me make playlists and will be entertaining. I’ll start. Here are two songs I absolutely love:

Here are two songs I would consider gay anthems (and as such, fucking awesome late night music):

Have fun. I’m excited to see what you have to add.








Song of the week

From Can’t Explain…..

Ferron, “I Never Was to Africa” (1984)
From one of the great break-up albums, Shadows on a Dime. I’m not normally one for touchy-feely folkie fare, particularly of such an arguably Kumbayah new-age bent (fair warning, all), but I think Ferron is something of a special case. Her imagery is tender and sharply observed; the line here about the synchronicity of saying “I love you” to future partners is just great, and she tosses it off so casually too. I saw her a few times way back and remember her as a terrific performer, funny and with a knack for storytelling and even for stunts like getting the crowd to sing along. It may sound cloying, but trust me, it was anything but. Maybe you had to be there. If you were, by some chance, these songs are likely to bring it all roaring back.

About last week: “Snowin’ in Brooklyn”
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You’re a naughty one, saucy Jack

Simple lines intertwining…life imitates art:

It’s already been called the worst album of all time, this unholy union of Lou Reed and Metallica, the multi-headed hydra of unpleasantness known colloquially, though not fondly, as Loutallica.

They’ve united to present an 85-minute misery delivery system called “Lulu,” loosely based on a series of German expressionist plays that chronicled the adventures of a prostitute-turned-slave murdered by Jack the Ripper.

Two words.








Song of the week

There is no way “Timothy” will ever be topped as the greatest song of the week evah, but JPK will try (also too, I am more of a Candy Apple Grey person)….

Hüsker Dü, “Pink Turns to Blue” (1984)
I suspect I’m in the minority on this now, but I still count the best Hüsker Dü (and hey, I went to a lot of trouble to get those umlauts right) as the big double-LP concept album this comes from (Zen Arcade) and the two EPs that preceded it (“Everything Falls Apart” and “Metal Circus”). Something alchemical was going on during that period of approximately 1982-1984. I was living in Minneapolis at the time and fortunate enough to watch it happen. The shows transformed virtually overnight from exhausting abrasive assaults to exhausting abrasive assaults with grace. I haven’t seen much else like it ever. And as if it weren’t enough to sweeten the hardcore attack with pop melody (Grant Hart managed it slightly better than Bob Mould, hence this pick), they went ahead and included a 14-minute workout. Dare I say, hippie style? Good grief, is nothing sacred?

Stretching out: “Reoccurring Dreams”
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Song of the week

From Can’t Explain.

Buoys, “Timothy” (1971)
Weird shit dept.: Sounding for all the world like the post-hippie bubblegum overrunning the airwaves at the time, “Timothy” is actually something much, much darker. It’s more famous now for its words—most of the YouTube videos I found are pleased to hammer you over the head with the theme (see here, and this is pretty good too). I don’t actually remember much controversy. I had heard it a lot before I caught the drift, and then I was kind of shocked. The Bloodrock, on the other hand, a full-on creepshow, was controversial, but that was more because the original version included sirens for effect and people hearing it in their cars were reportedly pulling over, which was understandably annoying. A later cut took out the sirens but that didn’t make it any easier to take.

More 1971 shock: Bloodrock, “DOA”
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