I am going to no shows; having missed Dar Williams at the Birchmere I must observe a period of sulking for a month.
I'm sure she'll be touring Greece this fall. Or was that Nana Mouskouri?
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I am going to no shows; having missed Dar Williams at the Birchmere I must observe a period of sulking for a month.
I'm sure she'll be touring Greece this fall. Or was that Nana Mouskouri?
Yeah, I get them confused too.
Yeah, I get them confused too.
It's the glasses.
I'm sure she'll be touring Greece this fall. Or was that Nana Mouskouri?
My mother at one stage, with the glasses she wore and her hairstyle, was a dead ringer for Nana Mouskouri. Which, all things considered, is better than one's father looking like Demis Roussos.
Yes, Tracy Ullman covered "They Don't Know..." but Kirsty MacColl wrote it, and her version of it opens her great compilation Galore.
Heh. And here I was thinking for months that a country music version of "They Don't Know" would be brilliant!
And here I was thinking for months that a country music version of "They Don't Know" would be brilliant!
I don't know -- Ullman made that song so much her own.
One of the most charming pop songs of 1984 -- which may have been the best year ever for pop music in the U.S.
Although the new (acapella) Bjork album is as gorgeous as anything she's done, combining Aphex Twin, Tim Buckley, Kate Bush and Scott Walker to brilliant effect, there's this moment on the last track where someone starts mewing like a little kitten that just makes me giggle and notice the preposterousness of the preceding hour - beatboxing! throat singing! Snyder! - and almost ruins the suspension of disbelief.
I don't know -- Ullman made that song so much her own.
Hardly. If you hear Kirsty's version (recorded first) it's pretty clear Ullman is once again doing an imitation. And a pale one, at that.
Ah, Michele. I haven't heard the original.