This song is from McCarty’s Dead Dog's Eyeball: Songs of Daniel Johnston, a great tribute album to Johnston that Corwood was kind enough to send me.
And
that I wrote about in LiTG. Speaking of which, I did consider including that Nicky Hopkins record and The Move in the book. Not Slade, but that was a lack of imagination on my part.
Also, I love "The Lottery Song" and that cover of it, and predict that all Buffistas will be whistling it by next week.
Excellent, DXM!
I am going to be away with no interbunny for the weekend, so the rest of my mix will go up early next week, if Gmail will behave.
it’s weird that nowadays they’re probably best known for "Merry Xmas, Everybody."
D'ya think? Come on Feel the Noise!
D'ya think? Come on Feel the Noise!
Yeah, but I'll bet a lot of folks think Quiet Riot wrote it. :)
Bye, Buck. Who's gonna mow your lawn? Who's gonna twang the Tele?
Another splendid exemplar of the Village Voice school of music criticism:
Karen's crypto-candid lyrics, inevitable but not therefore unmoving day-after assessments, pile on the contradictions:
Allow me to be crypto-candid for a moment when I say that I, like many Americans, sometimes find myself.
OMGoth! I just got back from the Sisters of Mercy show. Yes, all the reviews are true: the sound is crap, and the fog machines have been cranked into overdrive, so you can barely see the band. I don't care. I have finally seen SoM live.
Plus, thanks to a couple of happy coincidences, I was standing
on the side of the stage
when they started playing "Dominion/Mother Russia". No, I didn't get to meet them, but I was 10 feet away from them. Squeee!
Allow me to be crypto-candid for a moment when I say that I, like many Americans, sometimes find myself.
This cracks my shit up. Also, David, as someone who feels completely intimidated by VV crypto-candid patois, I appreciate your mockery.
Crypto-candid, it turns out, works in lots of sentences. Try it yourself!