don't you tell me how i feel.

flashback friday: “breaking the girl” by v
November 8, 2013, 7:14 am
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This, to my mind, was RHCP at their most tender-but-tough — dramatically drawn out syllables, flutes, and all that raucous percussion at the end. I don’t know that I necessarily imagine Anthony Kiedis (in a Princess Leia ‘do) and co. gallivanting among odd rock formations when I hear it, but hey. It’s basically the “Give it Away” video with more color and less skin.

FUUUUUN FACT: The inimitable Blood Sugar Sex Magik was actually recorded in the former (reportedly haunted) home of Harry Houdini, at the suggestion of a one Rick Rubin.


flashback friday: “pure moods” by v
October 25, 2013, 7:15 am
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If you were watching television 20 or so years ago, you likely remember the ubiquitous commercials for the Pure Moods compilation. These featured such luminaries as Enya, Enigma, and Kenny G — not to mention the dance remix of the X-Files theme and “Tubular Bells,” in case you find The Exorcist soothing. The ad, as shown on this kind YouTuber’s television, is even more hilariously bodice-ripper-esque than I remembered.

flashback friday: “enjoy the silence” by v
October 18, 2013, 7:04 am
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In which The Royal Gahan travels the world with magical beach chair in hand, and Depeche Mode strikes moody band poses in leather — as directed by Anton Corbijn in a nod to The Little Prince. For reasons that remain unclear, Corbijn recreated this video nearly 20 years later with a one Chris Martin in the starring role. WHY

flashback friday: “it must have been love” by v
October 11, 2013, 7:09 am
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As you’ll recall, Swedish pop duo Roxette was a darling of the adult contemporary set 20+ years ago (a friend’s reaction to hearing “It Must Have Been Love” recently was, “I feel like I’m driving to church with my parents”). But what you likely didn’t know is that it was first written as a holiday song, per the request of EMI Germany — the song’s original title was “It Must Have Been Love (Christmas for the Broken Hearted),” and it was kind of a big deal in Sweden. Two years later, they removed a single holiday reference from the lyrics, dropped the parenthetical, and got it onto the Pretty Woman soundtrack. Point: Roxette.

flashback friday: “you get what you give” by v
October 4, 2013, 7:21 am
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As one-hit wonders, I suppose the New Radicals did in fact get what they gave — this was one of the more nauseatingly self-righteous songs to come out of a grim era in pop music, and the group disbanded quickly thereafter. The video doesn’t help its case any: A man a sporting bucket hat jumps up on a bench in a mall, improbably causing droves of square shoppers (i.e., the Man) to flee. The remaining young people release the pet store’s dogs and gleefully shove the terrified suits into the empty cages before racing to celebrate their triumph in the food court with faces full of soft-serve.

The mere suggestion that this guy and his cronies “will kick [Courtney Love’s] ass in” is laughable.

i suspect this counts as a flashback by v
September 27, 2013, 7:23 am
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Fallon and the Roots tackle a classic, with the aid of a few guest stars.

flashback friday: “she talks to angels” by v
September 19, 2013, 10:48 pm
Filed under: angsty boy alert, flashback friday, i'm just sayin, Shit I Hate

A few decades ago, The Black Crowes made their contribution to the endless library of songs about “damaged” women — a strain endemic to the ’90s that continues to make me murderous. The formula is simple: Write a litany of matter-of-fact statements about the kooky things said woman does, typically relating to various talismans, drugs, or religion (Jesus makes for maximum impact). Add wistful guitar. Repeat. Or don’t.