The Holly and The Harvey
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 birthday dude Holly Johnson
The Power of Love – Frankie Goes to Hollywood I
became a teenager in 1984. Only numerically speaking really. My journey from
childhood to adulthood was pretty unusual really but I ain’t going to go into
that here. I only want to natter about pop music. My mum clearly worried that I
was going through some phase when I came home with Relax and then Two Tribes
and then Hazell Dean’s Searching (Looking for Love) that year. But I liked
duggaduggaduggga music as I called it. Anything with a fucking pulse and throbbing
electronics, ooer missus. Anyway, this lovely ballad is the FGTH song I love the
most, Hooded Claw references and all...
I Am The Black Gold of the Sun – Rotary Connection. It’s
on that Netflix One Day thing at the moment but I would have picked this song
anyway, it’s just beautiful.
Ain’t No Love – Sub Sub feat Melanie Williams The
soundtrack to early summer 1993 where I’ll just say I went through quite an unusual
set of events ranging from homelessness and failing my finals to being abducted
and falling in love with a girl who spoke like Henry’s Cat. They went on to
become Doves, of course. Sub Sub, that is, not Henry’s Cat Girl.
Got To Have Your Love – Mantronix feat Wondress Back
on the duggaduggadugga I mentioned earlier. And even if the rap is a bit shit,
this is still a tune. Reminded instantly of the upstairs bar in our shit
Student Union where this was a particular jukebox favourite.
Uptown Top Ranking – Althea and Donna. Because I
quite often use the phrase “I strictly roots” whenever asked a question I don’t
understand. It’s an icebreaker and it covers up the fact that I probably wasn’t
listening to the speaker. It’s a belter of a tune though, isn’t it.
Bedazzled – Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. You fill me
with inertia…. I mean, you couldn’t really select Derek and Clive on this thing
could you. Could you? I love this song and I love this film and it reminds me
of the weekend my pal Garry (notes passim) came to stay for a weekend in my grim
Roath bedsit and we couldn’t stop doing impersonations of Dudley Moore saying “preternatural.”
At the Hop – Devendra Banhart. It’s not often you get
into a song because it advertises Cathedral City but there you go, that was the
immediate aftermath of iTunes, executives finding odd shit for themselves by
mistake and sticking fucking Vashti Bunyan and Sybiile Baier over stuff. This
is lovely and if I ever get married again, this will be the first dance. Only
cos it’s slow enough for my knees…
Eyesore - Women First time I heard this the singer’s
voice grated. It still does, a bit. Then I read the lyrics and I liked them.
And this song has one of my favourite drawn out outro’s ever…
You Let My Tyres Down – Tropical Fuck Storm. Everett
True, distinguished gentleman of rock criticism, alerted me to this through his
fucking brilliant blog and this song absolutely kills me each time with it’s startling
lyrical imagery and I’ll just shut up. And you don’t want this song to end. It’s
one of those, fading away as things get really interesting. What a band name
too. It’s where the Met Office are going wrong. Storm Ian. Fuck off. Call it
Storm Absolute Horrorbastard and people will stay indoors. Ian, despite all the
wronguns of that name, doesn’t sound like it’s going to blow your house down.
The Community of Hope – PJ Harvey. I really didn’t
know what to choose for old Polly. I love her, a consistently interesting
artist. Good Fortune, Down by the Water, Rid of Me, Sheela-na-gig…but I’ve gone
for this because it’s like a short documentary with the most heartbreaking coda…
Thanks for putting up with this shit – tomorrow we celebrate
Roberta Flack….
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