Bloody Mary, from South Pacific.
I think this was the first Broadway Musical I ever saw
(maybe second, after Annie Get Your Gun),
when I was about 10 years old. (At the O'Keefe Center
in Toronto, not on Broadway.)
The main thing I remember is sailors rowing across the stage
on the turntable.
The Who, I Can See For Miles, mashed up with Pink Floyd, Interstellar Overdrive.
Green Day, When I Come Arund,
but it's a dub version (which I don't think exists outside my head).
Definitely Sly & Robbie in the rhythm section.
September in the Rain,
which is in a couple of Warner Bros cartoons,
Swooner Crooner and Porky's Preview.
Pink Floyd, Astronomy Domine.
Procol Harum, Whisky Train.
Howlin' Wolf, Wang Dang Doodle (in the Koko Taylor version.)
38 Special, Hold On Loosely.
King Crimson, 21st Century Schizoid Man.
Peter Gabriel, D.I.Y.
Emmanuel Chabrier, España, which Tim played in a
joint Oakland Youth Orchestra and
Oakland East Bay Symphony performance last night.
And which was the tune for the Pat Boone hit Hot Diggity!
Betty Everett, The Shoop Shoop Song (It's In His Kiss).
(But, according to Susan, It's In Something Else.)
I know, it should be Danny Boy or something for St Patrick's Day, but you get what you get.
Isaac Hayes: Theme from Shaft.
More people know Isaac Hayes for playing Chef on South Park than for playing
B3 on Try A Little Tenderness -- what a world!
Today it's a mashup of The Beach Boys' God Only Knows
and Frank Zappa's Joe's Garage.
Kawliga. I have two versions of this in my mp3 files, the Hank Williams original and a cover by The Residents.
Steely Dan, My Old School.
Don and Juan, What's your name.
Randy Newman, You Can Leave Your Hat On.
Summertime Blues, for a second day.
Eddie Cochrane, Summertime Blues,
but covered many times, by Blue Cheer, The Who, Joan Jett and now Rush.
Genesis, The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway,
after reading this item
in Joe Zitt's weblog.
Tommy Roe! Dizzy!
Paul Revere and the Raiders, Kicks.
(It was on the radio yesterday.)
Wall of Voodoo, Mexican Radio.
The Beatles, I'll Be Back, again.
Fleetwood Mac, Landslide.
(Susan heard a restaurant entertainer do this, and was telling me about it.)
The Beatles, again, this time Wait.
The Beatles, I'll Be Back.
Frank Zappa, The Idiot Bastard son.
The Beatles, Happiness is a warm gun.
Singin' In The Rain.
Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, Who Loves You,
and concurrently, The Beatles' Strawberry Fields Forever.
Wang Chung: Everybody Have Fun Tonight.
Bob Dylan, Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again.
The Who, We're Not Gonna Take It.
Today, it's a little quodlibet, comprised of
German has a clever term for music you can't get out
of your head; Ohrwurm — literally
Most mornings when I wake up there's music playing in my head.
This page logs my Ohrwurms.
What am I thinking?!
Nothing Compares 2 U
David Bowie, Five Years.
God help me, it's
(which I know mainly from a KFRC promo from the early 1980's.)
Aretha Franklin, Think.
Today we have a little two-bar phrase that decomposes (un-hockets?)
into multiple voices in a bunch of ways. I think I was
thinking about Steve Reich when this popped into my head.
- The March from Gustav Holst's First Suite in Eb for Military Band
(heard at last nights Berkeley High School Spring Concert.)
- Jimi Hendrix: Voodoo Chile
- Chris Isaak: Wicked Game
3/4 ||: FR LS xF | SR FS MR :||
The choral section of Einstein On The Beach whose
whose words (and melody) are
la do la do la do
si re si re si re
so si so si so si
so do so do so do
Sultans of Swing
Last week's gap in this log reflects a trip to Guadalajara to visit
Keelan, who is teaching English
in Mexico for a year.
We heard lot's of Mariachis while we were gone, but none
that played Cielito Lindo,
although several asked us if we wanted to hear it.
In revenge, it's running through my head today.
It's Tim's birthday today,
and appropriately (?),
Leslie Gore's It's My Party is in my
The link points at the Brian Ferry version, which I didn't know existed.
Jesus Loves The Little Children, again.
Jesus Loves The Little Children, a bible camp favorite.
Frank Zappa, Montana.
Caravan, by Duke Ellington, Irving Mills and Juan Tizol.
I have a little 8-bar phrase, in 3/4 time, looping (with variations.)
I think it's my own invention.
(Tempo about 1/4=180 or a little faster.)
3/4 ||: S..... | ..F.M. | R.M.D. | R.l.D. | t..... | ...... | ls.... | ...... :||
Supertramp's Breakfast In America.
Jan Berry (of Jan and Dean) died on Friday, so his tunes were on my mind.
So this morning I was running a medley of Surf City and Little Old Lady From
Pasadena (and Surf's Up, which isn't one of his) in my head.
A looping fragment of U2's With or Without You.
Or maybe it's the Coors Light Wing Man jingle.
You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet,
Bachman-Turner Overdrive. Heard on The Bone
on the way home yesterday, and still reverberating in my head this morning.
It's wretched Closing Time,
again. Two days in a row.
Closing Time, by Semisonic, God help me.
Pennies From Heaven, by Arthur Johnson and John Burke.
A #1 hit for Bing Crosby in 1936!
Jimi Hendrix, Power of Soul.
Yes, Starship Trooper.
Dobie Gray, Drift Away.
Led Zeppelin, Ramble On.
Don't Dream It's Over
by Neil Finn of Crowded House.
Heaven knows why I'm thinking of Donovan's
which was apparently on a Jefferson Airplane live album.
I woke up in the middle of the night with
the bass riff from When The Music's Over
in my head, but this morning it's
Rose Tint My World
from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Today it's Nature's Way
by Randy California, from Spirit's Twelve Dreams of Doctor Sardonicus.
One of my favorite Beatles tunes.
I mentioned to Gino Robair
last night that I liked a cover of this that I heard him
do (with Jonathan
Edgy not Antsy band),
and lo and behold, here it is in my head this morning.
OK, so today was a weird one. I read a little of Steve Reich's
Writings on Music before getting up, and then noticed
that I had bits of Reich's Music for 18 Musicians
and Donna Summer and Giorgio
Morodor's I Feel Love running simultaneously.
They're roughly contemporaneous — Music for 18 Musicians is
from 1976, I Feel Love from 1977,
so I guess the fusion makes some sort of weird sense.
Hmph. I expected this list to be an exercise in
enumerating the vapid pop tunes that I wake up with,
but today, on day two, I have a classical melody that
I can't identify.
It's a sort of Mozarty minuet.
Here it is in a sort of proportional solfege notation:
3/4 ||: D... s... ..D. | t..D R... ..D. | t..D R.s. l.t. | D..M D... ..xx :||
For two days running, it's been
Darryl Hall and John Oates She's Gone, their first hit.