Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 11

Let’s take a walk on the lighter side this Friday. These aren’t all “novelty songs” per se, but they do amuse me, and I hope they’ll amuse you.

I first heard this one on Norfolk’s Z104 Morning Zoo *mumblety* years ago. If by any chance you don’t know what “embarrassment” is, try describing this song to someone without resort to YouTube. You will, my friend. You will.

A song for my favorite beverage…

…And one that is probably better than watching The Raven (I refer to the horror comedy from the ’60s, but we’ll let it ride):

Here’s one for lounge lizards and the people who definitely don’t wish to love them:

(Note: when I first heard of Webb Wilder—about four years after I heard of Kip Addotta, so that’s *mumblety* minus 4—I read that he made short films. I then went on to treat YouTube as Narnia for several years, but recently discovered the shorts are available there. It is genuinely fun to cross something that long-standing off my to-do list, and I really enjoyed them.)

For our last track, it’s been months and I still can’t stop listening to this. I’d say send help, but it’s right in my commute-time singing range.

Have a great weekend!

Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 10

You didn’t think I’d leave you without folk music with St. Patrick’s day coming up, did you?

Of course you didn’t. Here’s one adapted from a William Allingham poem…

Get out your tissues for this one.

My favorite singalong song in this selection:

*goes down rabbit hole involving a YouTubed live performance of Robin Williamson covering “It’s All Over Now (Baby Blue)”* Sorry. Where was I?


That… was not technically Irish, but it was fantastic. Moving on!

This next one is quite special to me: years ago, the Future Ex-Husband and I went to a local restaurant for corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day. They’d hired bagpipers for the night, who went from dining area to dining area playing “The Orange and the Green” and a few other holiday standards; then they stopped. The pipers conferred for a few minutes… played “The Orange and the Green” again… stopped again… and then played this.

And we’ll end as we began—wondering why I’m playing the Irish Rovers and studiously ignoring “The Unicorn Song.”

Enjoy your holiday!

Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 9

Let’s ease into the cold weather with songs that may cause car-dancing, violent lip-syncing and dramatic gestures!

This is not only a great song, but it’s the only time I ever felt good about the haircut I had when it came out. Admittedly, Patty Smyth wears it better than a nerdy 10-year-old.

My current favorite car-dancing track:

I blame any affection I have for this video on a parochial-school education:

Just try keeping your feet still:

And what I strongly suspect is my future favorite car-dancing track:



Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 8

One of those projects I keep meaning to do but have never done, despite first having the idea back when mix tapes were popular, is making a mix to approximate the rec center dances I used to attend as a young teenager. So let’s finally get it done and party like it’s 1988…or ’89 or ’90! (Some of these may seem a bit odd for that time, but I assure you, they were there.)

And finally, the song I am perversely proud to say was playing when I fell asleep next to a giant speaker at one of these things:


Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 7

We’re going waaaaay back this time, to the music I heard as a very small child. My dad grew up on a farm and liked to listen to a lot of WCMS FM, our country station... and as a result, so did I.

Listen, at least. Like? Sometimes.

Every few years, I am distressed to discover I still remember the chorus to this one.

This next one was one of my favorites when I was three or so— pretty embarrassing given what I can’t even really call the subtext. It’s just…text:

By the time I was five, I was just barely starting to grasp that whole subtext thing, though.

I’ve been trying for years, but have never managed to reconcile Conway Twitty’s lyrics with…well, with his hair, for one thing.

And there’s no way to make a list like this and not end on Dolly Parton. Pretty sure that’s a law.




Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 6

Summer is on its way out for 2015, but let’s cling to it a while with some island music! As usual, all songs posted are things that appear in my music collection—I have a weakness for reggae and soca as well as for Voltaire and nerd music and, well, almost everything else.

Here’s a voice that never fails to give me chills:

When I’m in need of a little lift in spirits, I go for this one.(Work semi-warning: bikinis, sexy dance moves, etc.)

Speaking of which, this one has spawned a lot of dance tutorials on YouTube:

I may be misremembering, but I could swear I heard a network use this to advertise reruns of the show that shares the name.

And one of the first reggae songs I ever heard back when I was a moody youth (and I liked it anyway)…

Enjoy the sunshine!


Next time: Jonny Quest and family are on the beach, too—though probably not listening to Tenor Saw.



Found-Again (and Again) Friday: Musical Interlude 5

This week we’ll run down some of my recent obsessions.

I like to listen to this one when I’m writing, and the video is excellent, too:

And I just got this fellow’s most recent album—you may remember him from the goth interlude. It’s been ten years since I saw him live, but even after being updated this is a classic… if lyrically NSFW.

How about some electroswing?

I couldn’t find an official video for this next one, nor am I sure footage from the Thin Man movies entirely goes with the song.

Eh, who am I kidding? The Thin Man goes with everything.

And finally, the last song that lodged in my head for days on end. You’re welcome!


Next time: More Highlander, either the third movie first sequel that actually exists or some more audio. What fun!

Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 4

I know that on Monday I promised you no vampires, but I never said I wouldn’t come close. It’s Goth time!

Given that I’ve been drawn to dark themes since my first Halloween coloring book, it was only a matter of time till that included music, too.

Like a lot of people my age, I began with The Cure, and I’ll be forever grateful to the aunt who accidentally bought me an import album full of obscure tracks because it was the only thing by The Cure she could find at the store:

I was in eighth grade when this one came out, and I drove my family crazy listening to it.

Fifteen years later, I was still playing the same song all the time—just this one.

And then there’s this—I’m a sucker for a Poe reference or seventeen:

And as a parting gift:


Next time: The Highlander takes a stab at romance. Yes, even things on Mars can see what I did there.

Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 3

This time we’re going down south to find out what my room sounded like when I was 15.

…And that sounds way more exciting—and disgusting—than it is. Oh, well.

I started my folk-music post with my “gateway drug” group; southern power-pop had them, too. Here’s my favorite REM song.

And I mentioned in the first musical post that these guys were local in the ’80s:

This band was my very first concert! And about 7 more, but only one in their native North Carolina.

[fights temptation to post every song from the Boylan Heights album available on YouTube]

But the group that consistently gave me chills, the group I listened to all the way to college interviews and back, was the incomparable Guadalcanal Diary.

And as a bonus, a song by the man who had a hand in producing music for everybody mentioned above: the video is odd, but hey, wolf spiders are cool.


Next time: It’ll be Monday. Take a wild stab guess.

Found-Again Friday: Musical Interlude 2

It’s time for another blast from my listening past, in this case the Celtic/British folk music phase I went through in college.

As you might have gathered from my revisit of Darby O’Gill and the Little People, I have a fondness for all things Celtic, and being a Robin of Sherwood fan sealed the deal: I spent eight years, from age 11 to 19, looking for the soundtrack album by Clannad. Then PBS started showing the occasional Chieftains concert. You know, gateway drugs.

The day I bought my first Chieftains album, I picked up a novel by urban-fantasy author Charles de Lint. At the time, he was in the habit of using epigrams taken from folk artists, and a lot of real-life bands were mentioned in his stories. Couple that with a massive music store (the late Planet Music of Virginia Beach) near my hometown, and the hunt was on! From the fairly traditional…

To the slightly more modernized:

And a lot of stuff from the psychedelic ’60s and ’70s, including this from Pentangle. It gives me chills every time I listen.

(The fellow on the right in this video is Bert Jansch, a folk guitar legend who may get his own Friday music post here at some point.)

Happy listening!


Next time: Make your best sword noise for Monday!