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Colbie Caillat — “Brighter Than the Sun” (from All of You) —
Caillat’s brilliantly bubbly effervescence does not typically qualify as my particular cup o’ tea — wouldn’t my undying love for the terrific Tori Amos seem to amply buttress the assertion that I tend to prefer a little more angst in my aural choices? — but, in actual fact, I don’t think it’s humanly possible to ingest this bright, charming ditty without instantly getting in a better mood. (Especially on a rainy gray day such as the one I’m currently surrounded by here in the Centex.) So sue me: every now and again, I’m a total sucker for a heapin’ spoonful of some upbeat, peppy pop.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Colbie Caillat, Tori Amos
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(or: november 26’s honey from the hive)
Alanis Morissette — “Thank U”
(from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie) —
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Whatever you’re grateful for today, take this moment and shout it the hell out, baby.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Alanis Morissette
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(or: november 24’s honey from the hive)
Eva Cassidy — “Say Goodbye” (from Wonderful World) —
I was too verklempt yesterday to pull together even one coherent sentence on the subject — and by the time January 13, 2012 rolls around, I’ve no doubt that I’ll be a complete mess — but my heart was stuck firmly in midtown Manhattan on Friday, bleeding for the cast of my all-time favorite soap One Life to Live, which yesterday put its final scenes in the can a couple of months ahead of its scheduled series finale. (Yes, the serial is still slated to begin its, ahem, second life as an online series sometime early next year, although word broke last night that an unexpected funding snag has left those plans in serious limbo, which makes the fact of yesterday’s events that much more bittersweet.) I promise you I’ll have more thorough thoughts on my love for this groundbreaking television classic as we inch closer to its final airdate; meantime, just know that I’m having a bitch of a time coming to grips with this particular goodbye. (Compounding my agita: television talk titan Regis Philbin also signed off yesterday morning after something like six decades in front of the camera, and I was doing a pretty good job of holding it together until his co-host Kelly Ripa started to lose it during her deeply moving dissertation on what Regis has meant to her personally for the past decade, and at once, I was a blubbering fool right alongside her. All these freakin’ farewells, one on top of another and each more gut-wrenching than the last, are really starting to get to me, television gods!)
names dropped with reckless abandon: "One Life to Live", Eva Cassidy, Kelly Ripa, Regis Philbin
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(or: november 19’s honey from the hive)
John Mellencamp — “Hurts So Good”
(from Words & Music: John Mellencamp’s Greatest Hits) —
At least to judge from his more recent releases, Mellencamp nowadays fancies himself as the natural successor to Joan Baez’s socially conscious crown. And while that’s all well and good (and certainly admirable), don’t you kinda miss the days when he bestrode the pop charts with that cocky gleam in his eye, blowing through tunes that were just randy, raucous fun? (Sorry, but I’m caught up in a perfect storm of nifty nostalgia: I have been reading a riveting new oral history of the origins of MTV for the past week or so, and I have been glued to VH1 Classic since Kelly yanked me out of bed at 6:24 this morning to go relieve herself; as a result, with each passing hour on this still-young day, I’ve been increasingly jonesing — somethin’ fierce, at that — for a return to the delicious innocence of those early ’80s salad days.)
names dropped with reckless abandon: Joan Baez, John Mellencamp, Kelly
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(or: november 17’s honey from the hive)
R.E.M. — “We All Go Back to Where We Belong”
(from Part Lies, Part Heart, Part Truth, Part Garbage [1982-2011]) —
I have seismic quibbles with the tracklist of this new spankin’ new, supersized career-spanning compendium from America’s premier modern rock band — like, honestly, they made room for “Country Feedback” and “Electrolite” but not the staggeringly gorgeous “Daysleeper” (which would most seriously get my vote for best R.E.M. tune evah)? Still, if this does indeed mark the end of the road for Mister Stipe and company, I could hardly think of a more lovely epitaph than this. (Fare thee well, gentlemen, and thanks for the memories.)
names dropped with reckless abandon: Michael Stipe, R.E.M.
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(or: november 16’s honey from the hive)
Feist — “Bittersweet Melodies” (from Metals) —
Florence + the Machine — “Shake It Out” (from Ceremonials) —
Well isn’t this a fascinating study in the stark contrast of musical styles (and, apparently, of creative and commercial ambitions): the pop world has been waiting with bated breath to see how Leslie Feist and Florence Welch — two of the most lauded breakout acts of the past half-decade — would choose to follow up their first tastes of massive success. (Helped along by the catchy-as-crap left-field radio smash “1 2 3 4,” Feist burst onto the scene in the summer of 2007 with The Reminder, which was actually her third studio album but which might as well have been a debut, so radically did it reboot what she had been trying to accomplish as an artist theretofore; and Welch broke through with her British band’s first record, Lungs, last summer, riding a wave of buzz with their single, “Dog Days Are Over.”) And the approaches these women employ this time at bat couldn’t be more dissimilar: on the barren (and, at times, painfully precious) Metals, Feist by and large turns inward, punching up the inherently idiosyncratic nature of her work but abandoning — to the album’s devastating detriment, I’m afraid — the lovely lightheartedness that made Reminder such a fun, rollicking romp. Welch and her machine, meantime, are clearly hunting bigger game with their lushly riveting second act, tinkering more broadly with reverb (and with their trademark atmospherics) and making a leap toward mainstream commercial viability — all the while maintaining the integrity of the band’s firmly established sound and ethos — that is every bit as ingenious and jaw-dropping as was Coldplay’s sophomore record a decade ago. Methinks the comparison is hardly inapt: Welch and the ‘Play’s frontman, Chris Martin, are each lucky, on their best days, to hit a two on the charisma meter, but stick either of them directly behind a microphone and sparks tend to fly. I’d say the big difference between them is that, whereas Martin’s inescapable timidity as a vocalist impels the rest of his band (and, lord love a duck, his producer) to really step up their respective games, Welch’s ballsy, brilliantly acrobatic voice is clearly the star of her show, and she seems not at all afraid to tumble, twist, and turn it any which way in the process of commanding your attention. Easily one of the year’s best, boldest singles, the soaring, stunning “Shake” seems destined to be remembered as lovingly as we now remember “Clocks”: as the moment a good band, as a collective one, hit the next level and turned its aim toward great.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Chris Martin, Coldplay, Feist, Florence + the Machine, Florence Welch
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(or: november 10’s honey from the hive)
Heavy D and the Boyz (featuring Aaron Hall) —
“Now That We Found Love”
(from The Best of Heavy D and the Boyz) —
The niche-fueled success of N.W.A. and Public Enemy clearly portended what was just around the bend, but as the ’80s gave way to the ’90s, the burgeoning hip-hop movement still tended to — or, at least, tried like hell to — maintain an air of fun-loving, gloriously naive innocence about itself. And bridging the gap between the wannabe pop stars (MC Hammer, Young MC) and the real deal Holyfields (Snoop, Dre, Biggie) just waiting in the wings, Heavy D (given name: Dwight Myers) was instrumental in dragging the genre permanently into the mainstream, brilliantly integrating into one cohesive sound elements of raucous rap, infectious dance, and straight-up soul, and riding this smash right into some well-earned crossover success. (Myers passed away yesterday at the too-damn-young age of 44 after collapsing from respiratory failure in the driveway of his California home, but his contributions to the artform won’t soon be forgotten. Rest in peace, Heavy.)
names dropped with reckless abandon: Aaron Hall, Dr. Dre, Dwight Myers, Heavy D and the Boyz, MC Hammer, N.W.A., Public Enemy, Snoop Dogg, The Notorious B.I.G., Young MC
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(or: november 9’s honey from the hive)
Jason Aldean — “Dirt Road Anthem” (from My Kinda Party) —
While trying to keep the birthday girl entertained yesterday morning before work, I was channel surfing past the Great American Country channel — which Sherry Ann used to hilariously refer to as “the Gack” because when it first appeared on her cable system, it sounded, according to her, as though it was being broadcast from a hole in the Earth — and happened to get myself sucked into the video for this criminally catchy ditty, which subsequently lodged itself in my skull for the entire remainder of the day. (God help you if you manage to get this one stuck in your head — lest you actually desire to have the words “chillin’ on the dirt road!” repeatedly slip from your lips at the most inopportune times because you simply can’t help yourself — although it must be said that, apparently, not everybody is susceptible to this song’s charms: A continually asks me to move forward whenever we’re in the car and “Anthem” pops up in the iPod rotation.) Aldean is up for a quintet of the coveted Country Music Association Awards later this week (including Song of the Year for this very work), and you have to reckon he’s a good bet to win at least one trophy. And you have to reckon he deserves to, if for no other reason than there’s no doubt he incited coronaries all up and down Music Row for somehow persuading crunchy music’s notoriously prudish program directors to add what is essentially a gussied-up rap tune to their playlists.
names dropped with reckless abandon: A, Jason Aldean, Sherry Ann
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Van She — “Kelly” (from Van She) —
Happy first birthday, my Kelly-girl. (And don’t eat too much cake all in one sitting, baby girl.) Love, Dad.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Kelly, Van She
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(or: november 6’s honey from the hive)
Kelly Clarkson — “Einstein” (from Stronger) —
Weeks on, I continue to find myself utterly intoxicated by Clarkson’s fabulously brilliant fifth album, the long-term commercial prospects for which I fear may well suffer thanks to the atypically low-key nature of its neither-fish-nor-fowl lead single, “Mr. Know It All.” Myself, I’d have gone with this fun, funky track, my personal favorite tune from Stronger. (I also predict that, with its creative use of square roots, multiplication, and division, it will also be a new favorite for my math-‘shipping boyfriend, just as soon as he sits his bee-hind down and actually listens to this dynamite record.)
names dropped with reckless abandon: A, Albert Einstein, Kelly Clarkson
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Pet Shop Boys — “Love Etc.” (from Yes) —
Riding one of the strongest melodies that they’ve crafted since their glorious late-’80s heyday, the Boys return triumphantly to one of their favorite areas of discussion — the egregious excess of a high-flying lifestyle — for this harrowing and hypnotic ode to love, lust, and dirty sexy money.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Pet Shop Boys
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(or: october 30’s honey from the hive)
George Michael — “Praying for Time”
(from Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1) —
King George tweeted yesterday that this classic has recently become his favorite song to sing. It has, incidentally (if not coincidentally), become my favorite to hear. I would posit that one of the marks of a truly great songwriter — from Foster to Gershwin to Dylan to Mitchell to Amos to Gray — would be his or her prescience, which is to say: their ability to see, however wittingly, what’s headed down the pike; and, in turn, their ability to take that vision and turn it into a composition that is relevant yet timeless. In the fall of 1990, of course, we used this song to help assuage our fears and unease over the notion of going to war with a tyrannical despot half a globe away, but feed these words — these words that were written more than two decades ago, mind you — into your soul anew, with fresh ears — “this is the year of the guilty man / your television takes a stand” or “I may have too much / but I’ll take my chances / ’cause God’s stopped keeping score” — and then flip on the news and catch even a second of sight of the myriad Occupy [Your-City-Here] demonstrations that are popping up across the globe, and you may well come to understand that we’re heading into an even scarier war, facing a more daunting and desperate foe. You may well come to understand that, still and as ever, George is brilliantly, beautifully right: maybe we should be praying — to any and every god — for just a few more seconds on the shot clock.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Bob Dylan, David Gray, George Michael, Ira Gershwin, Joni Mitchell, Stephen Foster, Tori Amos
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(or: october 28’s honey from the hive)
Kelly Clarkson — “I Forgive You” (from Stronger) —
I can’t tell you how crazy I am about Clarkson’s stunning, triumphantly shimmery new fifth studio album, which I’ve listened to five or six times straight through this week, and which gets, uh, stronger with each spin. As a performer (and, somewhat to a lesser extent, as a songwriter), Kelly has always carried herself with a great deal of confidence and force, but it always seemed a bit showy and put-on heretofore. But listening to her blast brilliantly through these thirteen hunks of pop perfection — seventeen, if you pick up the album’s deluxe edition (and, trust me, you should) — you feel as though everything has clicked into place for Clarkson, and that she knows exactly who she is as a person and as an artist. (Contrast this album, if you will, with the most recent recordings from Christina Aguilera and Miley Cyrus, both of whom fell flat on their exquisitely made-up faces by trying to shamelessly ape Lady GaGa instead of staying true to visions of their own making.) Clarkson herself has, to her own detriment, veered out of her lane before as well — witness My December, her disastrously mopey (and dopey) 2007 stiff — but, in building (and, in every way, improving) on the success of All I Ever Wanted, the terrific 2009 effort that instantly rebooted her career, Stronger puts Miss Kelly back on the road, and firmly back in charge.
names dropped with reckless abandon: Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson, Lady GaGa, Miley Cyrus
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(or: october 27’s honey from the hive)