Showing posts with label John Mellencamp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Mellencamp. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I am a man, a simple man...

One of the aims for this writing project (see: Didn't you used to be Eddie Valiant?)was to avoid where possible any musical references in the story, especially when it came to our protagonist.

Considering the story involves a lot of working stiffs in a law firm (apologies to all working stiffs out there), I am able to drastically limit any opportunity to crowbar in a reference to a song or artist. Mind you I have lined up at least one recurring gag involving Hall & Oates as well as a very obscure nod to David Bryan.

Don't know who he is? Mission accomplished.

The one overt allowance is the classic 1987 album 'Man Of Colours' by legendary Australian outfit Icehouse. Without going into too much detail as to how it makes an appearance (it involves a cassette version of the album) or shape the story (it doesn't) I have instead revisited the album to get a sense as to how it affects our hero (he reluctantly loves it).

And that has been my take on it over the years. You see the Summer of 1987/88 was soundtracked by two albums, the aforementioned 'Man Of Colours' and John Mellencamp's 'The Lonesome Jubilee'. I am fairly sure that these were the only two albums my parents played over the 3 months. This is obviously incorrect as there are other songs from that time that I recall. But what sticks out was the incessant repeating of Man of Fucking Colours and Mellencamp's "every guy" rock.

The image of my parents dancing (over and over again) to 'Cherry Bomb' will be with me fondly forever.

So what has Iva Davies left me with?

It's interesting. Is it the best Aussie release of the 80s? According to the recent Triple J poll, there are 11 other albums from that decade that make an appearance. 'Man Of Colours' doesn't even rate a mention. But I can tell you now that I would play this before busting out 'Whispering Jack' any day of the week.

The reason for this rests with the overall sound of the album which still impresses me. When you consider that there are only a few songs in the set that scream 1987 (mainly resigned to the final few numbers) it is an album I can come back to at any time.

Obviously the copy my parents wore out that Summer didn't wear me out.



Monday, March 9, 2009

No correspondence will be entered into #2


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An ongoing series of lists where my word is final. The first list can be found here.

We mere men have a competitive streak that is both our strength and our undoing. Far too many times we let the mutual attraction of the opposite sex get in the way of long lasting friendships. Other times we are simply competing with random strangers in a bar for your attention.

To illustrate some examples of our foolishness, I present to you my top 5 songs that deal with this very problem (in chronological order).

5. The Girl Is Mine - Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney

Fromage of the highest order and you wonder how this managed to be the first single from Thriller. Still, it is the most obvious song on the topic. Sung here in a slightly different context by Stephen Colbert & John Legend:




4. Mr Jones - Counting Crows

Whilst the breakout hit by the Counting Crows is about wanting to be a big star, its backdrop is a bar where two friends disagree on who exactly the beautiful women there have eyes for. Which leads us into...

3. Key West Intermezzo (I Saw You First) - John Mellencamp

"I saw you first
I'm the first one tonight
Yes, I saw you first
Don't that give me the right
To move around in your heart
Everyone was looking
But I saw you first"

2. Everybody Here Wants You - Jeff Buckley

White hot funk that was light years away from his debut album, 'Everybody Here Wants You' only hints at what Buckley would have been capable of had he survived his swim in the Wolf River.

1. She Says - Howie Day

Debate still exists whether this song is about an ex-boyfriend talking to her new boyfriend, a male friend (who wants to be her boyfriend) talking to her latest beau or a variant of. Regardless, it contains the sobering line: "And when she says she wants somebody else, I hope you know she doesn't mean you."