Orange Juice and Poems

 

Welcome to the latest instalment of the badly titled Everyone Has Got one Good Song blog thing. Day 51.

I was thinking of building the ultimate playlist with one simple rule. One artist. One song. Each day will feature a song by an artist whose birthday is that day and then nine other songs by nine different artists just because people like things to be in tens.

The playlist is here - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4exU9MUJMWaouOgnu7zmSl?si=I5fqk7VpQX6aDGec7xvqsQ&pi=e-IfIWXc5GT56R

 

So, the idea was that you might want to follow and share and either have the playlist yourself or do your own or chat about it with me, you could use the hashtag #EHGOGS.

I’m on Twitter X thing as @fourfoot

Today’s selections is dedicated to Zeke Manyika. This blog is impressionistic and fucking vague. It’s all about the playlist.

Rip It Up – Orange Juice I painted myself into a corner with the birthday thing, my favourite OJ song predates Zeke Manyika’s arrival behind the drumkit but this is their best known song, a sly groover and most importantly features our birthday boy.

What Moves – L.A Priest. I know nothing about this group but this is the kind of thing that would tempt my old knees back to the dancefloor. Slinky.

Douga Douga – Gnawa Diffusion This song was playing everywhere on my honeymoon. It reminds me of recovering from the world’s worst food poisoning incident and even though the old marriage thing turned out to be fairly disastrous also, I can at least remember this song fondly.

Ghetto Heaven – Family Stand. Unfairly neglected 1990 RnB banger corner.

Wu-Revolution – Wu-Tang Clan. No coincidence I started to lose interest in Public Enemy’s output at around the same time as the Clan appeared. RZA is a visionary, a polymath and the Wu still rock.

Because I’m Me - Avalanches That first album rightly gets all the love but this song is fucking LIFE.

Poems – Nearly God. Tricky AND Terry Hall? Sign me up. Claustrophobic, unsettling and utterly captivating.

Stay - Rihanna You can stick your umbrella pal, this is heartbreaking pop of the first water.

Duel - Swervedriver Should have been huge. Or at least as big as half the shit that got championed back in the early 90s.

Hang Out the Stars in Indiana – Al Bowlly Yeah it’s from Withnail and I. I don’t care. Soon as I hear that melody, I’m whisked away to my own debauched youth and a room full of friends howling drunk watching this for the umpteenth time.

As ever, your love is taken as read. Thanks for putting up with this shite. Tomorrow, we celebrate and I genuinely can’t believe I’m writing this, DENNIS FREAKIN WATERMAN….