Mar. 14th, 2007
'Tis I, the Meme-Sheep! Hear me bleat!
Mar. 14th, 2007 12:39 pmThe divine Miss
auntiegrizelda posted the following:
Post a comment and I'll give you a letter. List ten songs, and why you picked them, that start with that letter.
I did, and received an M. So, here goes, in no particular order:
1) "Mingus Eyes," Richard Thompson Might as well get the Richard Thompson out of the way early. "What a fool I was / What a thin disguise / Brando mumble / Mingus eyes...." Sinuous, gritty, ever so slightly menacing, with a guitar solo that could cut marble. From Mirror Blue.
2) "Me and Jerome," Sarah Slean Great song. Sarah's one of the few Daughters of Tori Amos to manage to pull it off on her own terms. This album was one of the casualties when the hard drive horked up a lung, and I'm still grieving. From her self-titled album.
3) "The Messenger," Daniel Lanois I still remember when Rob, my roommate, first played this for me almost 12 years ago; it's been under my skin ever since. It's those two syllables, "oh, no," and the almost erotic way the vocalists wail them like mourners: "I'm frightened but I'm coming / Please, baby, please lay still / oh no, oh no / Not coming for the kill." My heart still catches in my throat. From For the Beauty of Wynona.
4) "The Mariner's Revenge Song," The Decemberists Because of the juxtaposition of the perfect oompah rhythm of some madman's Salvation Army band, and the fact that the story is being told from within the belly of a whale. Yeah. Sweet. From Picaresque.
5) "Murder of Maria Marten," Shirley Collins and The Albion Country Band What a bizarre arrangement of such a bizarre song. It starts in the middle of the story, rocks out in that patented 70's English folk-rock vein, fades out, fades in a hurdy-gurdy so that shirley can jump back to the beginning a capella, fades out again to a looooong silence, and then rocks back in with the greatest drum fill in the history of rock and roll. A true stadium fist-pumping rock moment, and it's applied to a traditional song about a psychopath. What more could you want from a seven-minute listening experience? From Rhino's ass-kicking-and-name-taking Troubadours of British Folk, Vol. 2.
6) "The Man Who Was Boiled in Lead," Boiled in Lead Okay, everybody. Blood-curdling scream, yes, like that, hold it, aaaaand...CUE THE FIDDLER." A helluva way to begin a career. From Bold Ned, currently available on Old Lead.
7) "A Man in Need," Richard and Linda Thompson Fine, fine, more Richard. I couldn't choose between the two. (Or three, if we're counting Fairport Convention; see below.) If you're familiar with the song, you'll understand. From Shoot Out the Lights, of course.
8) "Meet Ze Monsta," PJ Harvey The only reason I haven't wrapped my Oldsmobile around a yield sign is the availability of cruise control when this song comes on. I made the mistake of leaving my foot on the gas once, and....well, my guardian angel must have been watching over me. Of course, said angel was likely rocking out just as hard. It's like a hypodermic injection of pure attitude adjustment. From the irreplaceable To Bring You My Love.
9) "Metropolitan Glide," Tom Waits Boom-boom! Ack! Twang! A wonky, grubby song from a wonky, grubby guy. Thing is, I can't help but think that given a good shave and a shower, this song would clean up nicely enough to bring home to Mom. From Real Gone.
10) "Meet on the Ledge," Fairport Convention Glorious. Breathtaking. Perfect. 'Nuff said. From What We Did on Our Holidays.
Honorable mention, kinda) "My Pal Foot-Foot," The Shaggs The musical equivalent of driving a salad fork up your nostril with a ball-peen hammer.
Letters handed out on request.
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Post a comment and I'll give you a letter. List ten songs, and why you picked them, that start with that letter.
I did, and received an M. So, here goes, in no particular order:
1) "Mingus Eyes," Richard Thompson Might as well get the Richard Thompson out of the way early. "What a fool I was / What a thin disguise / Brando mumble / Mingus eyes...." Sinuous, gritty, ever so slightly menacing, with a guitar solo that could cut marble. From Mirror Blue.
2) "Me and Jerome," Sarah Slean Great song. Sarah's one of the few Daughters of Tori Amos to manage to pull it off on her own terms. This album was one of the casualties when the hard drive horked up a lung, and I'm still grieving. From her self-titled album.
3) "The Messenger," Daniel Lanois I still remember when Rob, my roommate, first played this for me almost 12 years ago; it's been under my skin ever since. It's those two syllables, "oh, no," and the almost erotic way the vocalists wail them like mourners: "I'm frightened but I'm coming / Please, baby, please lay still / oh no, oh no / Not coming for the kill." My heart still catches in my throat. From For the Beauty of Wynona.
4) "The Mariner's Revenge Song," The Decemberists Because of the juxtaposition of the perfect oompah rhythm of some madman's Salvation Army band, and the fact that the story is being told from within the belly of a whale. Yeah. Sweet. From Picaresque.
5) "Murder of Maria Marten," Shirley Collins and The Albion Country Band What a bizarre arrangement of such a bizarre song. It starts in the middle of the story, rocks out in that patented 70's English folk-rock vein, fades out, fades in a hurdy-gurdy so that shirley can jump back to the beginning a capella, fades out again to a looooong silence, and then rocks back in with the greatest drum fill in the history of rock and roll. A true stadium fist-pumping rock moment, and it's applied to a traditional song about a psychopath. What more could you want from a seven-minute listening experience? From Rhino's ass-kicking-and-name-taking Troubadours of British Folk, Vol. 2.
6) "The Man Who Was Boiled in Lead," Boiled in Lead Okay, everybody. Blood-curdling scream, yes, like that, hold it, aaaaand...CUE THE FIDDLER." A helluva way to begin a career. From Bold Ned, currently available on Old Lead.
7) "A Man in Need," Richard and Linda Thompson Fine, fine, more Richard. I couldn't choose between the two. (Or three, if we're counting Fairport Convention; see below.) If you're familiar with the song, you'll understand. From Shoot Out the Lights, of course.
8) "Meet Ze Monsta," PJ Harvey The only reason I haven't wrapped my Oldsmobile around a yield sign is the availability of cruise control when this song comes on. I made the mistake of leaving my foot on the gas once, and....well, my guardian angel must have been watching over me. Of course, said angel was likely rocking out just as hard. It's like a hypodermic injection of pure attitude adjustment. From the irreplaceable To Bring You My Love.
9) "Metropolitan Glide," Tom Waits Boom-boom! Ack! Twang! A wonky, grubby song from a wonky, grubby guy. Thing is, I can't help but think that given a good shave and a shower, this song would clean up nicely enough to bring home to Mom. From Real Gone.
10) "Meet on the Ledge," Fairport Convention Glorious. Breathtaking. Perfect. 'Nuff said. From What We Did on Our Holidays.
Honorable mention, kinda) "My Pal Foot-Foot," The Shaggs The musical equivalent of driving a salad fork up your nostril with a ball-peen hammer.
Letters handed out on request.