Once again, I thought I’d have two songs, because, “G? Nothing starts with G.” And, I left off Daft Punk’s Get Lucky, Get Back by the Beatles, Georgia on My Mind by Ray Charles, and Get Up by the Godfather of Soul, The Hardest Working Man in Showbusiness, James Brown.
As I started writing, The Gambler popped into my head and I was like, duh, gotta have that one. Then Gimme Some Lovin’ jumped to the fore, followed quickly by Get Up, Stand Up as I was about to wrap this bad boy up.
There are so many great songs. As soon as I think I might be done, I think of another. And I’m sure when I’m done with all of these, I’ll look back and think, “How could I not have thought of THAT.”
Actually, I did that earlier today thinking about B. How the hell did I miss Brandy!? That’s my all time favorite horrible song. That song is bad. I mean, awful. But, God help me, I love it so. Yet, totally missed it. So, dammit, here it is, because, Brandy, you’re a fine girl. Brandy not your taste? Scroll down to the Fs.
Not the kids books and recordings. I couldn’t find an actual recording of this song by Two Ton Baker, though while I was looking I came across two songs from the 1940s that wouldn’t be made today:
The Too Fat Polka – which includes the line “I don’t want her. You can have her. She’s too fat for me.”
Slap ‘er Down, Agin, Paw – apparently in the 40s it was OK to have hit songs about beating your daughter. Apparently, even the priests got in on the act because you “don’t want the neighbors talking about her sin.” You know, because girls are slatterns leading men into hell. I’d love to think this troglodyte thinking is outdated, except, you know the VP won’t be alone with a woman not his wife. Jesus wept.
Today is especially a hodgepodge of music – one of the best fiddlers around, a made up group, the Boss, a Mardi Gras party song, and Les Miserable.
My crappy title also reminds me of my favorite line from the first Batman movie; “Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” Jack Nickolson was the perfect Joker for that mid-60s comic book feel. Heath Ledger was perfect as the grittier version of Batman in the 90s.
There’s really no thematic rhyme or reason for the five songs that begin with “C” for today. Also, that title makes absolutely no sense at all!
Also, a quick note: I generally write these stream of consciousness style with minimal editing. Sooooo, if it looks disorganized, there ya go. All of these posts generally are. Sometimes the brain keeps ahead of the digits, but not very often.